Every man is a prisoner
Up against some kind of wall
Those who understand it best
are gonna suffer most of all
What is your position
in this daily exhibition?
Will you take a stand or will you take a fall?
Every man is a minister
You must tell what you see
Just 'cause it ain't there when you look
Don't mean it ain't for me
Can you appreciate it?
Yes, and will you communicate it?
Those who understand it best know the best of life is free.
Free...
For two thousand years this story goes
What does it really mean?
It's been so hard I must confess
My nose has not kept clean
I rationalize I realize
To keep up with my downs
But those who understand me, boys,
Well I reckon I'll see ya round and round and round