Oh, lovely man, all dressed smart for the crew
oh, all your words you sung must heavenly prove
oh, guns and mortars, they're all on your side
oh, maybe heaven take you for a ride

So gone convicted of being too wild
jailed up for fun and on the dreams in your mind
no man should ask you what's in your head
ran by your freedom's more than a sweet television set

And maybe all of us could dream our ways to the mind up
and we all hold our heads high and say, I'm going to let my soul fly up
and though all may not agree, I swear I found my way into heaven
and long before I'm dead, I'm gonna live there and watch you in your head

And maybe all you soul make this all
and after I'm dead, you'll remember my promises
and all you can do is buckle up in your mind, if all
there's a hiding place in a hole in your head
I'd venture you stay there much longer