It's a pretty funny time to be a rebel The beast went underground, most of the scores were never settled And I know, think I read it in a book But I was held up at the library by a sympathetic look I don't know It takes diligence and luck to keep your money from the devil It's a business of its own just to keep marching on the level Had I known I was born into a maze Would I have sidestepped creature comforts, kept my head above the haze? I don't know, I don't know If there's a martyr I can follow If there's an alarm that I can raise I don't know, I don't know How you pick a righteous path Among the hungry glory days I don't know The world has had its hard knocks, it's diabolical and clever It spits poison and good sense into the hand that pulls the lever On the way, while I'm flailing in the dark I might find a bit of kindling and a mind to catch a spark