Thrill Of It All

Inclination of DIE-rection, walk the turn and twist adrift
With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift
Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
Many deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die
Won’t ya help me Mr. Jesus?
Won’t ya tell me if you can?
When ya see this world we live in Do ya still believe in man?
If my psalms 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 stickin' to it
'Cos 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! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
So come alive you know you matter to me Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
Time to stop all your messin' around
Don’t you think that I know my own mind?
Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
Why can’t you believe it’s right here to be seen
Do you always have to be told, yeah
Will you have a thought or did you find it in god,
Long before your answer was sold
Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah.