I can only feel and think in the language of   Worn like the walls around you   Cliches otheres have concocted for you   Prefabricated pre-conception   All around you      How good to walk-with the caprice of God   How good to talk-with the caprice of God   So you can scratch the sky   Build your ivory tower      This totem has some use, the total of abuse   All that you have done, still adding up the sum   How could I forget that, you're not finished yet and that   Angry artillery on your tongue   Real life is never used as truth   Bows and arrows highly strung   Same shadow I can see right through   Whenever I picture you      How good to walk-with the caprice of God   An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal, and ordinary model   How good to talk-with the caprice of God      Build your ivory tower-so you can touch the sky   Don't hide inside the sentiment   The real test is never finished yet   Face up, collect the interest   Of all the idiots you should detest   How good to walk-with the caprice of God      An ordinary model   An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal-   How good to talk-with the caprice of God   --------------------------------------------------------------