Thick-Fil-A - Xaytlbeats

Really don't mind if you sit this one out My word's 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 destruction 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 See there! A 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 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 do-er 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 I've come down from the upper class To mend your rotten ways My father was a man-of-power Whom everyone obeyed 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