Hey mister, don't point at me

You shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model

Responding to his questions



Hey teacher, arrogance is bliss

You spend your time turning water into life

As if you were God's foreman



Is it any wonder

Things seem so awry?

The masses are cloaked in confusion?

We don't have to think to survive

So nobody listens



Hey recluse, don't shout at me

You proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods

Detailed in your magazines



Hey downer, don't prey on me

We've all got bum raps that torment us day to day

That we hoist on our own shoulders



Is it any wonder

People pass you by?

Your plea for understanding

Is heard as desperate lies?

Nobody listens



I can't help you



Is it any wonder

Things are so inane?

Are just for someone's personal gain



So nobody listens to you