You say you're proud to be one of the people
Hands on the money and your feet on the ground
Shouting out loud from the top of the steeple
Counting the flock while collecting their pounds
All you thieving wheeler dealers in the healing zone
Giving me fever fever fever fever
Down to my bones
I pray
And nothing happens
Jesus
It's all in my mind
You say
Stop looking for answers
And reasons
They're all in your mind
All in your mind
Covered in flies and smothered in lava
I can't scratch my itches with these pumice stone hands
I dream of my days as a desert farmer
Living my life on the fat of the sand
All you thieving wheeler-dealers in the healing zone
Giving me fever fever fever fever
Down to my bones
I pray
And nothing happens
Jesus
It's all in my mind
You say
Stop looking for answers
And reasons
Theyr'e all in your mind
All in your mind
Stuck in a world losing its way and wonder
I wonder what happened to the world we knew
Splitting the atom and feeling it's thunder
Could never ever make me feel the way you do
You give me fever fever fever fever
Down to my bones
Wheel me wheel me wheel me
To the healing zone
I pray
And nothing happens
Jesus
It's all in my mind
You say
Stop looking for answers
And reasons
They're all in your mind
All in your mind
Writer(s): Ian Stephen Mcculloch, William Sergeant, Leslie Pattinson, Pete Freitas
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