The motorway won't take a horse
The wanderer has found a course
to follow
The traveller unpacked his bags
for the last time
The troubadour cut off his hand
and now he wants mine

Oh no,
oh no,
not me.
Oh, no.

The circus girl fell off her horse
and now shes paralysed
The hitchiker was bound and gagged,
raped on the roadside
The libertine is locked in jail
The pirate sunk and broke his sail

But I still have to
go
I've got to
go,
so here i
go
I'm going to run
the risk
of being free

The magicians secrets all revealed
And the preachers lies are all concealed
And all our heroes lack any conviction
They shout through the bars of cliche
and addiction

So i've got to
go
I've got to
go,
so here i
go
I'm going to run
the risk
of being free

And in this drought of truth and invention
Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention
So we
pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except:
"Bow down, bow down, bow down to your
god"
Then we hit
the floor
And make ourselves and idol
to bow before,

Well i can't
And i wont
Bow down
Anymore.

No more.