Thrill Of It All

Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted thriftWith the children of creation futuristic dreams we siftClutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cryAny 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 inDo you still believe in man?If my songs become my freedomAnd my freedom turns to goldThen I'll ask the final questionIf the answer could be sold
Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it'Cos I got no reason to lie, yeahForget your problems that don't even existAnd I'll show you a way to get by, oh yeah
So come along, you know you matter to meRemember freedom is not hard to find, yeahTime to stop all your messing aroundDon't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceiveDo you always have to be told, yeahFor you have been taught that if your mind has been boughtLife's entire answer was sold, oh yeah