Well now, let me tell you straight and plain,
These tales of right and wrong, they’re vain.
For good and evil, black and white,
Ain’t nothin’ but a trick of light.
Folks love to think they know the score,
But truth, my friend, is something more.
The preachers and the teachers say,
“You follow this, don’t go astray!”
But that’s the game, the big charade,
To keep a fella’ well behaved.
They’ll tie you down with moral twine,
While living free, well, that’s divine.
You see, it’s all a grand old show,
They’ll tell you what you ought to know.
But why let others drive your way?
Ain’t you the captain, come what may?
They talk of sin, they talk of grace,
But what about a fearless chase?
The real truth lies beyond their reach,
A place no preacher’s gonna preach.
A man who knows his inner fire
Will live beyond their thin desire.
It’s power, strength—the will to rise,
That makes you wise, and not their ties.
Now, don’t you follow where they go,
Just ’cause the path is smooth and slow.
For freedom’s not some sainted plan,
It’s wrestled hard by daring hands.
Good and bad, they’re just the same—
The world is wild, it can’t be tamed.
The weak will follow, scared and mild,
They’ll never roam, they’ll never wild.
But if you’ve got the grit to see,
You’ll cut your path through mystery.
You’ll climb up high where few have trod,
And take the reins from man, not God.
Forget the chains of holy lore,
They’re heavy, rusted, worn and sore.
A fella’ who can break their hold
Will find his fortune, rich and bold.
For life ain’t just a narrow road—
It’s wild, it’s rough, it’s real and broad.
So if you’re lookin’ for the prize,
It’s in the risk, it’s in the skies.
Ain’t no one tells you what to feel,
When you live *beyond* good and evil.
Just trust your heart, your wit, your will—
And take the mountain, climb that hill.
For those who see past wrong and right,
Are those who shine with purest light.
So laugh at virtue, scoff at sin—
The world’s too big to fit within.
Be bold, be true, don’t bend, don’t kneel,
And live beyond their good and evil.