The Thrill Of It All Lyrics
With the children of creation futuristic dreams we siftClutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cryAny deadly final answers that are surely doomed to dieWon'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 goldThen I'll ask the final question, if the answer could be soldWell, that's my story and I'm sticking to it'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeahForget your problems that don't even existAnd I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeahOh 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 yeahOh 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 yeahOh yeah!
Black Sabbath The Thrill Of It All
