I was born tostart 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

'Cos 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 gave a [bad word] 
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 angelheaded demon's - tongue
Who thought he knew
Why some mirrors crack so easily
Oh, now he ain't got a clue

And every now and then
It seems to me [bad word] to this
That promises and prophecies
Was all I had to give

'Cos 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 gave a [bad word] 
How wonderful
Hut after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
What if I knew how to say
Stop
No, let go?

Oh, love
The worst can't be that bad
Oh, love
Saturday, and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man
What if I just don't gave a [bad word] 
How wonderful
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
Seems like a joy surrender
Love