As a Man Thinks Songtext
von MullMuzzler

First, the bad news
Face the music
Mind over matter
In other words
My imagination, run amok, give and take
With inspiration, information, innovation
Impossible situation, worsening aggravation
(Every change, every step)
Every moment, defend
As a man, as a man, as a man thinks
Shell game in a straight jacket
Twelve gauge in a shotgun racket
Shinbone shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait, better slow it down and think about it
Embracing this moment
Enslave or free my soul
Just to play the game with no guarantee
Is what I do for now
My life′s a requiem playing


Out of key with no absolutes at all
Who promised tomorrow?
Tomorrow may not even be here
How long am I blameless, undecided?
In a frantic world, my velocity's screaming fast
From this truth, I fear, where did I hear?
"As a man thinks, so is he"
But this man thinks ′til his moment's gone
Scapegoat to the end, dig it
Whiz bang in a whirlwind
Limit, voodoo, take a turn, why not?
Move my hands, feel it
Mind, find out where you were
If you think about it
Shell game in a straight jacket
Twelve gauge in a shotgun racket
Shinbone shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait, better slow it down and think about it
Better slow it down
Take a moment right now
Let a man think
As a man thinks
What a man thinks
(Hey there, Budapest
What about, let's just, give it our best)
Scapegoat to the end, dig it
Whiz bang in a whirlwind
Limit, voodoo, take a turn, why not?
Move my hands, feel it
Mind, find out where you were
If you think about it
Shell game in a straight jacket
Twelve gauge in a shotgun racket
Shinbone shindig, shimmy for the Shinto
Got to do this all alone
Wait, better slow it down and think about it
Better slow it down
Take a moment right now
Let a man think
As a man thinks
What a man thinks
Bottom line, get it in
Get it off, get it out, get away, get a fuck
Get a clue, now he just wants more
He feels it now, no more indecisions here
No more time to figure things out
No more lies, no mortal sins
He′ll pay up square, but he won′t get in
Too many opportunities
Too many reasons, too many travesties
Now, for the good news, it's gonna get, gonna get wild
′Til you wake up and realize you've still got it all
(Hey there, Budapest
How about, let′s hide
We do our thing, let's try)