The Thrill Of It All

Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted drift with the children of creation, futuristic dreams we sift
Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
Any identify the answers that are surely doomed to die

Won't you help me, Mr. 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 'cause I've got no reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that don't even exist, and I'll show you a way to get high, 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!...