Dial F For Freedom

Well maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all
Nothing ever happens around here
Sometimes life is a fate worse than death
Don’t you think?
So give yourself the last rites
Of spring that is You know, Stravinsky and all that stuff
I want some of that field experience
I need a God
So strip him, wash him, and bring him to my tent
Don’t say that you want me Don’t say that you need me Everybody’s got to want their way
Everyone finds their own way
Don’t say that you want me Don’t say that you need me Don’t try to get inside my head
Dial F for freedom
Don’t mind me I’m just finishing touches to my masterpiece
I’m into touching finishes so what do you say?
I haven’t had a decent conversation in three weeks
It’s one singer, one song baby
I need some sanctified intervention
Don’t say that you want me Don’t say that you need me Everybody’s got to want their way
Everyone finds their own way
Don’t say that you want me Don’t say that you need me Don’t try to get inside my head
Dial F for freedom
It’s my poisoned dart
Some say I’ve got a cold heart
But you can call me if you want to Millions of people do In the battlefields of life
You stand alone
But if you live by the sword
You’ve got to die by it too
Hey I can handle it Can you?