It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

I've Been Up The Mountain And I Had A Choice. Should I Come Down? So I Came Down. God Said, Okay, You've Been Up On The Mountain, Now You Go Down. You're On Your Own, Free. Check In Later, But Now You're On Your Own.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

Adulterers In Churches And Pornography In The Schools, You Got Gangsters In Power And Lawbreakers Making Rules. When You Gonna Wake Up?

There's No Black And White, Left And Right To Me Anymore; There's Only Up And Down And Down Is Very Close To The Ground. And I'm Trying To Go Up Without Thinking About Anything Trivial Such As Politics. They Have Got Nothing To Do With It. I'm Thinking About The General People And When They Get Hurt.