another path entirely

if i could make my heart want to believe
in all the nonsense that i have been told
it might just push me right to where i'd grieve
if i could make my heart want to believe

the ones who preach all lie and all deceive
the truth is that they worship only gold
if i could make my heart want to believe
in all the nonsense that i have been told

like sheep we daily wander from the fold
and fatten ourselves for the butcher's stroke
we think ourselves cast from a different mould
like sheep we daily wander from the fold

the tale's the same it's worn and very old
into the sauce they'll put our joints to soak
like sheep we daily wanter from the fold
and fatten ourselves for the butcher'sstroke

the truth is dry as ash on it we'd choke
but lies tastesweet and wash all the dust down
the world is bent and some parts are justbroke
the truth is dry as ash on it we'd choke

we're not as lucky as the working moke
whose face is set forever in a frown
the truthis dry as ash on it we'd choke
but lies taste sweet and wash all the dust down

who tells us that we're wrong is just a clown
who enters just as we desire to leave
the one who lies the most will wear the crown
who tells us that we're wrong is just a clown

it neverchanges in or out of town
we give the load a final angry heave
who tells us that we're wrong is just a clown
who enters just as we desire to leave