Drive

Born     into a world of       convictions.

He drives to work          wearin' a Je-sus beard.

(Chants)  OM (ooooohhhhhmmmmmmmm)

clutchin' onto     his coffee.

Holdin'   deeply   on  to rit-u-ual.

 ooh he'll hold on. on. on.   

( onandonand on ooooh) 

Boxed in by   thoughts      on-ly of himself.

His mind    a mirror

producing only images

-representations of the real.

He drives       searching for meaning.

While the rest

hold out their hands

and sing

their convictions.

 how long he will run. run. run. ruh uhuhuh oooooooh

Despite       all this conditionin'

his words    are all lost in his head

He works     for someone else's profitin'

 HO-ooold on. on. on.

Born

into a world of convictions

Images explode

like halos       in the sun.

There is no justice in any cause

since everyone has already been bought