The Rolling Stones just couldn't get any satisfaction;

all they really needed was just a little introspection.

Their songs were entertaining, popular at one time;

did they ever search for a more sublime paradigm?

It's our turn now, no need to be a rolling stone;

spend some time in silence and get rid of that darn wishbone.

Once we rise above those incessant desires of our flesh;

facing reality, our well-being released from the subterranean mesh.

We definitely need more than an ephemeral sense;

a hunger for true knowledge, a sweet frankincense.

We must make an effort to seek the arithmetic of love;

the uncircumscribed, given freely from high above.

There is hope for you, there is hope for me;

sooner or later we'll all eventually see.

To recognize our calling, to answer to it too;

then begins our satisfaction, it's not merely ballyhoo.

The Rolling Stones just couldn't get any satisfaction;

all they really needed was just a little introspection.

So remember that please, it will work a marvel;

now we're headed for a life that's really quite noble.