You have the very nerve to speak what's on your mind
You're way too controversial, shocking for these times
Social conventions aren't enough to hold you back
They find you dangerous; they're launching their attack
Tomorrow you're a hero
But today on trial you stand
You are the hanged man
The social order won't say why you're such a threat
They stand so much to lose if you're not in their debt
Their status rests on you believing what they say
They use stigmata when the facts get in the way
Tomorrow you're a hero
But today on trial you stand
You are the hanged man
You're shunned and stigmatized; you're treated like a freak
Stifling conformity allows no one to speak
But history's great ones always shift the paradigm
You bear the curse of being years before your time
Tomorrow you're a hero
But today on trial you stand
You are the hanged man