There may be an omen moment But there's very few folk in focus Not the first, not the last, not the least You needn't be well to be wealthy But you've got to be whole to be holy Fetch the robe, fetch the cloth, fetch the priest Oh, this planet of ours is a mess I bet heaven's the same Look the man and said, son, as a friend Tell me what's in a name I don't need a name I give you the state of statesmen And the key to what motivates them On the left, on the right, on the nail Still I don't see a man in a mansion That an accurate pen won't puncture Go to town, go to hell, go to jail There's bars and saloons Where the jukebox plays blues in the night Tell the man and said, son, time to go We could both use some light And that will be done We live in an age of cages The tale of an ape escaping In the search for some truth he can use But many a drunk got drunker Mostly a thinker, thunker Set the place, set the time, set the fuse The optimist laughed And the pessimist cried in his wine The man and said, son, take a word That I'll wait given time Let thy kingdom come Ah! The madman and I got drunker Till both thought the other, thank you And we laughed all the way to the stars The optimist asked for a taste Of the pessimist's wine The madman said, son, how do you feel I said, me, I feel fine Lead me into temptation Into temptation I said, into temptation I need my allocation Of recreation I want a revelation In degradation No hesitation Give me variation Give me inspiration I want a revelation Into temptation Into temptation I said, me, I feel fine Lead me into temptation Into temptation I said, into temptation