Imagine a man
 Not a child of any revolt
 But a plain man tied up in life

 Imagine the sand [bad word] out as he [bad word]  Parading and fading, ignoring his wife

 Imagine a road
 So long looking backwards
 You can't see where it really began

 Imagine a load
 So large and so smooth
 That against it a man is an ant

 Then you will see the end
 You will see the end

 Imagine events
 That occur everyday
 Like a shooting or raping or a simple act of deceit

 Imagine a fence
 Around you as high as prevention
 Casting shadows, you can't see your feet

 Imagine a girl
 You long for and have
 And the body of chalky perfection and [bad word] 
 Imagine a past
 Where you wish you had lived
 Full of heroes and villians and fools

 And you will see the end
 You will see the end
 And you will see the end
 You will see the end
 Oh yeah

 Imagine a man
 Not a child of any revolt
 But a man of today feeling new

 Imagine a soul
 So old it it is broken
 And you will know your invention is you

 And you will see the end
 You will see the end
 You will see the end
 You will see the end
 Oh yeah