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