What Can You Believe

One fine day I was walking down the street, you know
I stepped into a café to get a bite to eat
A man came in sat down next to me
He said, "Hey man, I think I know what you need"
He told me his name was Sylvester King
And he had gold maps, blue grass, almost anything
I thought that these things just may be true
But take it from a man in a polyester suit
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
Then I took the bus and I went downtown, you know
I thought I'd take a walk just to have a look around
A bald-headed man stepped up to me
He said, "Hey friend, would you like to be free?"
I looked in his eyes I knew that he was
Preaching unified action and unified thoughts
If unity is freedom then freedom is sin
You're just a bald-headed fool in an orange bathrobe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
Now I've heard all the stories and all the fairy tales
And there's always one thing that never seems to fail
There's people here, there's people all around
Who seem to get their kicks by putting other people down
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover
You can't judge a man by looking at his lover
You think you know a man by the length of his hair
Your talk, talk, talk just don't seem fair
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe
What can you believe