Twenty-first century man thinks
Inside his head, outside the box
Mail fraud hurts but Columbine stinks
Twenty-first century man thinks
While wisdom's busy hatred slinks
Under doors while we're changing locks
Twenty-first century man thinks
Inside his head, outside the box.
Post modernists keep guessing
Trust belief or throw it away
Religion builds castles of resisting
Post modernists keep guessing
No narrative nor philosophically assessing
Does life have meaning with touches of gray?
Post modernists keep guessing
Trust belief or throw it away
Found my voice in a local haberdashery
It was cold; I'd stopped to buy a hat
Was asked inside how can we be truly free?
Found my voice in a local haberdashery
"Isms don't kill people", I said with industry
"What zaps freedom is to grow lazy and fat"
Found my voice in a local haberdashery
It was cold I'd stopped to buy a hat
Colds do better with camphor on your chest
At least that's what granddaddy said
If it was about suffering he knew best
Colds do better with camphor on your chest
Today a sneeze or sniffle we are on a quest
Meds that stop sludge backing up our head
Colds do better with camphor on your chest
At least that's what granddaddy said
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