I was born to start a revolution
it would be my contribution
to a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
the joy of mensī desires
was laid in my hand
But I was born a weak and worried thinker
with an eagerness to know myself
that throws it all away
`Cause all I think of is:
Love
and saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! What if I just donīt gave a damn?
- How wonderful!
But after all the worst canīt be that bad
Oh, man... What if I knew how to say:
- Stop
- No
- Let go?
- Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue
who thought he knew
why some mirrors crack so easily
- now, he ainīt got a clue
And every now and then
it seems to me itīs come to this
- that promises and prophecies
was all I had to give
`Cause all I can think of is:
Love
and saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! What if I just donīt gave a damn?
- How wonderful!
But after all the worst canīt be that bad
Oh, man... What if I knew how to say:
- Stop
- No
- Let go?
Oh, love...
But after all the worst canīt be that bad
Oh, man...
Seems like a joy surrender
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