The moral majority knows   Nothing of what it is to be free   Now if we examine the modern ways of thinking   Then perhaps we could see   The mistakes we are making      The standard way of life   Is not better now than it used to be      Is the answer too great   For the question at hand   Can we allow ourselves to advance      It seems to me, that to advance, we must have had, some sort of plan      So it seems to me   That there will be an eternity   That will carry us home in the end      Just hold onto me, hang on   It will be alright in the end.      They need us here   For our love and for our fear   They force love   They force fear