Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted thrift

With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift

Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry

Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die



Won't you help me mister Jesus?

Won't you tell me if you can?

When you see this world we live in

Do you still believe in man?

If my songs become my freedom

And my freedom turns to gold

Then I'll ask the final question

If the answer could be sold



Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it

'Cos I got no reason to lie, yeah

Forget your problems that don't even exist

And I'll show you a way to get by, oh yeah



So come along, you know you matter to me

Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah

Time to stop all your messing around

Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah



Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceive

Do you always have to be told, yeah

For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought

Life's entire answer was sold, oh yeah