Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My words but a whisper, your deafness a SHOUT
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink

So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal [bad word]  the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way

But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick

And the love that I feel is so far away
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
And you shake your head and say it's a shame

Spin me back down the years
And the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains
And shut out the whole [bad word] 

Spin me down the long ages
Let them sing the song

See there! son is born
And we pronounce him fit to fight
There are black-heads on his shoulders
And then he pees himself in the night

We'll make a man of him
Put him to a trade
Teach him to play Monopoly
And how to sing in the rain

The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
The doer and the thinker: no allowance for the other
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed

The home fire burning, the kettle almost boiling
But the master of the house is far away
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day

And the Poet lifts his pen
While the Soldier sheaths his sword

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea
He dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need

The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year
The innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems

And the Poet sheaths his pen
While the Soldier lifts his sword

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority [bad word] from across the sea
He challenges the son who puts him to [bad word] 

What do you do when the old man's gone?
Do you wanna be him?
And your real self sings the song
Do you wanna free him?

No one to help you get up steam
And the whirlpool turns you way off-beam

 [bad word] down from the upper class
To mend your rotten ways
My father was a man-of-power
Whom everyone obeyed

 [bad word] on, all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man
Twenty years too late

Your bread and water's going cold
Your hair's too short and neat
I'll judge you all and make [bad word] sure
That no one judges me

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone
You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done
And you laugh [bad word] as you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see where we [bad word] 

I see you shuffle in the courtroom
With your rings upon your fingers
And your downy little sidies
And your silver buckle shoes

Playing at the hard case
You follow the example
Of [bad word] paper idol
Who lets you bend [bad word] 

 [bad word] on, ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages
Of [bad word] books, your super crooks
And show us all the way?

Well, make your will and testament
Won't you join your local government?
We'll have Superman for president
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