the motorway won t take a horse the wanderer has found a course to follow and the traveller unpacked his bags for the last time and the troubadour cut off his hand now he wants mine oh no oh no not me oh no the circus girl fell off her horse now she s paralysed and the hitchhiker was bound and gagged raped on the roadside the libertine is locked in jail the pirate sunk and broke his sail but i ve still got to go i ve got to go so here i go i m gonna run the risk of being free being free being free 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 gonna run the risk of being free being free being free 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 and we hit the floor and make ourselves an idol to bow before well i can t and i won t bow down anymore no more1