People round here they think they've got it all worked out
They don't know how to talk to me so all they do is shout
If i wanted to be preached at I could go back to church
But I'm older than I used to be and I've ended that search

No one can tell me who to be,
I've got ears to hear
And eyes to see
That no one has got that right,
And I won't be the first to run away
If day turns to night

There's too many buildings, too many doors,
Too many bits of paper and too many laws,
I won't be converted, I'm not goin to come inside
You tell me you know the truth, when you tell me you know the truth
I know you lie

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