Or Down You Fall - Gil Scott-Heron

I sail on in my paper ship

The sea is made of fire

I ride my horse of nuts and bolts

We’re 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’ll pretend that I’m an iron man, yes

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