I know that a man who shows me his wealth is like the beggar who shows me his poverty; they are both looking for alms from me, the rich man for the alms of my envy, the poor man for the alms of my guilt.
Well it's Saturday night and I just gotta rip it up/
Sunday morning I just gotta give it up/
Come Monday momma and I just gotta run away/
You know it's such a drag to face another day
So keep on playing those mind games together/
Faith in the future out of the now/
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas/
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind/
Yeah we're playing those mind games together/
Projecting our images in space and in time