The Philosopher Songtext
von Hypnotic Clambake

When the pathological liar lies
He′s not really lying
When the hypochondriac dies
He's really dead
The jam goes on paper
The butter on bread
Brain cells are teased
Grey matter appeased

When you eat steak
It′s a wink for a cow
Sizzling bacon's one for a sow
A philosopher rides
On the back of his ass
Bleeding the rich
Intriguing the lower class


Though nobody gets the message
They take the passage out of the void
And into the hypnotic niche
His magic words enter your head
With the force of lead
Soft flesh tears like bread
Making Socrates look brain dead

So open your mind
Like you have a choice
Feel your cortex rejoice
His words food for thought
Your soul sold and bought
Hypnotic verbiage
In collusion with the psychopathic misfit's thoughts

You live in a cocoon
Break out
Take flight