Lirieke: Gil Scott-Heron. The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. Or Down You Fall.

I sail alone in my paper ship
The seat is made of fire
I ride my horse of nuts and bolts
We're made to never tire
The world is just a simple circle
I've got to keep on turning
Yea, I've got to keep on turning
'Til I fall down

To the top of the mountain
Inside a hollow stone
I pretend I'm an iron man, yes
Instead of flesh and bone
The world is just a simple circle
And it keeps on turning
Yea, and it keeps on turning
You've got to

Go away, I can't stand to see your face
Cuz you seem the weakest link
And now you know I'm only human
Instead of all the things I'd like to be
The world is just a simple circle
You've got to keep on turning
Yea, you've got to keep on turning
Or down you fall