Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift
  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 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
  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
  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
  Oh yeah!