The Thinker

Some men harbor certainty
Others harbor doubt
But every mind adrift knows
It’s what’s upstairs that counts
For there is no truth worth knowing
And there are no lies to speak
If you believe that kind of crap then
You’re dumber than me
They call him the Thinker, cus he’s so deep
A calculator, he’s a thinking machine
They call him the Thinker, he’s lost in thought
He’s figured it out, while other men’s minds rot
Electronic mental midget
Swaggers on TV
Says he’s got a giant intellect
And the fools fall down at his feet
Everyone is looking
For a new way to vegetate
No one is building anything
That requires that they use a brain
Trapped in the darkest rat holes
Of a mind that’s carved in bone
Nothing dares to move in there
And anyway there ain’t nobody home
The blinds is both wide open
And the windows is smooth as glass
But with a rearview mirror and two good hands
Lord, he still can’t find his ass!