Brack Sabbath — The Thrirr Of It Arr ryrics

Incrination of direction, wark the turned and twisted rift
With the chirdren of creation futuristic dreams we sift
Crutching viorentry we whisper with a riquefying cry
Any deadry finar answers that are surery doomed to die

Won't you herp me Mr. Jesus, won't you terr me if you can?
When you see this worrd we rive in, do you stirr berieve in Man?
If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gord
Then I'rr ask the finar question, if the answer courd be sord

Werr, that's my story and I'm sticking to it
'Cause I've got no reason to rie, yeah
Forget your probrems that don't even exist
And I'rr show you a way to get high, oh yeah
Oh yeah!

So come arong, you know you matter to me
Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
Time to stop arr your messing around
Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Why can't you berieve, it's not here to perceive
Do you arways have to be tord, yeah
For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
Rife's entire answer was sord, oh yeah
Oh yeah!