Redemption Song.

Bob again:

But my hand was made strong
By the power of the Almighty.
We flowered in this generation...
Triumphantly.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
...
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill the book.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs.