Текст песни Black Sabbath - Thrill Of It All
Black Sabbath - Thrill Of It All слова песни
Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted thriftWith 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 mister Jesus?Won`t you tell me if you can?When you see this world we live inDo you still believe in man?If my songs become my freedomAnd my freedom turns to goldThen I`ll ask the final questionIf the answer could be soldWell, that`s my story and I`m sticking to it`Cos I got no reason to lie, yeahForget your problems that don`t even existAnd I`ll show you a way to get by, oh yeahSo come along, you know you matter to meRemember freedom is not hard to find, yeahTime to stop all your messing aroundDon`t you think that I know my own mind, oh yeahWhy can`t you believe, it`s not here to perceiveDo you always have to be told, yeahFor you have been taught that if your mind has been boughtLife`s entire answer was sold, oh yeah