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