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