Lyrics:

Pleasure's the motivation for the human race Everything starts and ends with sex and appeal Feeling good is the bait, Satan uses to fish for you and me Comfort is the poison when it's the spirit he wants to kill There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky There's such a need for us to feel nice and it's getting better We got to have it more than we ought to The preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky You know what? I'm feeling better by the pound I'm feeling better by the pound Joyful is the hocus pocus that's haunting all mankind Said he couldn't be what he needs to be you see He and only he is free Well, he who is truly free Say, free from the need to be free There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our jet-aged generation It's all designed to take us to the sky