Blood Sweat & Tears - The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes, And Freud

Father of my morning, once my child to the night

I see that you have minds to cop

And I can only watch with sickened sorrow



Little do you know of the progressions that you teach

The people that you reach are tired

Of livin' in a world of elastic towers



You dance with them and sing a song of changes

And talk with them of life and all its dangers

Surround yourself with now familiar strangers

Who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time



And the clock on the wall is a bore

As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor

As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile



You cannot ever picture me, you know me by my thoughts

A file for your travelogue, oblivious to the night

The fog around you



The germs, they are ridiculous, they bother you at night

The blood that rushes to your brain

The ticket on the plane you're never catching



The price you pay exclusive of your taxes

To chop you up inside with tiny axes

The girl looks up to you from floors she waxes

And speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes



And the clock on the wall is a bore

As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor

As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile



The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face

Are hidden by the fake-up man

Who lives inside the Sterno can beside you



Now climb ye to the mountains

As the sun is almost gone escaping from your other selves

Your brothers hide among the shelves inside you



The games that people play can only bore you

But only those that know you don't ignore you

And how many times have I come there to restore you

And caught you lying on the couch with father time



And the clock on the wall is a bore

As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor

As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile



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