Thick as a Brick (part one)

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 he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade,
teach him to play Monopoly and not to sing in the rain.

(... 6:09)
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.
A-building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

(... 9:22)
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] 

(... 11:21)
What do you do when the old man's gone, do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you way off-beam.

(... 13:17)
LATER. [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.

(15:25)
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make [bad word] sure that no one judges me.

(16:33)
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] 

(... 17:42)
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] 

(... 18:39) [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 te