Thrill Of It All - Black Sabbath

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!