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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

Wont you help me mister Jesus?
Wont 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 Ill ask the final question
If the answer could be sold

Well, thats my story and Im sticking to it
Cos I got no reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that dont even exist
And Ill 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
Dont you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah

Why cant you believe, its not here to perceive
Do you always have to be told, yeah
For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
Lifes entire answer was sold, oh yeah