I was born to start a revolution
It would be my contribution
To a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
The joy of mens' desires
Was laid in my hand
But I was born a weak and worried thinker
With an eagerness to know myself
That throws it all away
'Cause all I can think of is:
-Love
And saturday
And how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! What if I just don't give a damn?
-How wonderful!
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man... What if I knew how to say:
- Stop
- No
- Let go?
- Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue
Who thought he knew
Why some mirrors crack so easily
- now, he ain't got a clue
And every now and then
It seems to me it's come to this
-that promises and prophecies
Was all I had to give
'Cause all I can think of is:
Love...
Oh, Love...
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man...
Seems like a joy surrender
