Black Sabbath - Thrill Of It All

Thrill Of It All

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 answe rs 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 li have in
Do you sti will believe in man?
If my songs become my freedom
And my freedom turns to gold
Then I will ask the final question
If the answe r could be sold
Well, thats my story and Imsticking to it
Cos I got no reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that dont even exist
And I will 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 can not 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 answe r was sold, oh yeah