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!
Writer(s): Osborne, Ward, Butler, Iommi