The Thrill of it All  
 
Sabotage - 1975
Osbourne/Iommi/Butler/Ward
     
 
Inclination of direction, walk and turn and twist adrift
With the children of creation, futuristic dreams we sift
Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die

Won't you help me Mr. Jesus
Won't you tell me if you can
When you see this world we live in
Do you still believe in Man?
If my songs become my freedom
And my freedom turns to gold
Then I'll ask the final question
If the answer could be sold

Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it
'Cause I've got no reason to lie
Forget your problems that don't even exist
And I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeah
Oh yeah

So come alive, you know you're magic to me
Remember freedom is not hard to find
Time to stop all your messing around
Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Oh yeah

Why can't you believe, I'm not here to deceive
Do you always have to be told
For you and your problem you can never give up
Long before the answer was sold, oh yeah
Oh yeah