Far down the road, Pioneer performs an episode, Can't pull me through, A lesser man would hand them out to you. So make no mistake, The lines are drawn but not to fade away And you might call it: An altruistic fate. Gone with the wind, And subtle things keep you settling, So don't cry to me, Bout the freedom you will never see, And make no mistake, I see your troubles many miles away, And you might call it: An altruistic trait. So there's no more guessing On what's best for me. Take my chances long, Before I pray. Down in the sea, Thousand souldiers who have died for me, Singing on, set me free, It's just the islands pry from penalty. So no make no mistake! Reparations have a final say, And you might call it: An altruistic holiday! So there's no more guessing On what's best for me. Take my chances long, Before I pray. There's no more blessings Without guarantee. Take my chances long Before I am free.