Gil Scott-heron Or Down You Fall
I sail out on my paper ship
The sea is made of fire
I ride my horse of nuts and bolts
We made to never tire
The world is just a simple circle
I've got to keep on turning, yeah
I've got to keep on turning
'Til I fall
Down to the top of a mountain
Inside a hollow stone
I pretend that I'm an iron man, yeah
Instead of flesh and bone
The world is just a simple circle
And it keep on turning, yeah
And it keep on turning
You've got to
Go away
I can't stand to see your face
Cause you've seen the weakest me
And now you know I'm only human
Instead of all the things I'd like to be
The world is just a simple circle
You've got to keep on turning, yeah
You've got to keep on turning
Or down you fall
