Текст песни BLACK SABBATH - The Thrill Of It All
BLACK SABBATH - The Thrill Of It All слова песни
Текст песни BLACK SABBATH - The Thrill Of It All
Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted riftWith the children of creation futuristic dreams we siftClutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cryAny deadly final answers that are surely doomed to dieWon'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 soldWell, that's my story and I'm sticking to it'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeahForget your problems that don't even existAnd I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeahOh yeah!So come along, you know you matter to meRemember freedom is not hard to find, yeah