| There's a man, who says there is a light in the sky | |
| All my friends say he's telling a lie | |
| But he speaks with such passion that I have to think about | |
| And his hands, well they tremble as he points it out | |
| But I can't see what it's all about | |
| And the voices of many are singing along it seems | |
| Is it all something new? And will I see it too? | |
| Or is this just continuing man? | |
| Throughout all history claiming they all can see | |
| But the evidence falters just short of my hand | |
| And there are lies in the sand | |
| There's a man who says he was a Satanic Beast | |
| And the many were there at his feet | |
| And he scared all the people | |
| 'Cause he just what we want | |
| Is it all something new? And will I see it too? | |
| Or is this just continuing man? | |
| Making more history, claiming they all can see | |
| But the evidence falters just short of my hand | |
| And there are lies in the sand | |
| There are things that will surely seem as they are not | |
| And I might not know all that I've got | |
| But the bluffing is easy and I haven't seen your hand |