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 men's 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 can think of is love
And Saturday
And how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh man, what if I just don't give a damn?
How wonderful
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
What if I knew how to say
Stop, no, let go?
Oh, the angel headed demon's tongue
Who thought he knew
Why some mirrors crack so easily
Now, he ain't got a clue
And every now and then
It seems to me it's come to this
That promises and prophecies
Was all I had to give
'Cause all I can think of is love
Oh, love
But after all the worst
Can't be that bad
Oh man
Seems like a joy surrender