♫Who Can Explain to a Tree♫

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Alchemy's the looking glass of truth

It's been shown that truth needs looking for

But not when you're a youth

Remember, while you're looking

not everything is true

And God's that place in Time

That eternity pours through

Who can teach a tree

What the stars are thinking?

When a small man lifts his ears

It's not the voice of God he hears

It's the voices on the wind

and the sound of metal gears

Perhaps there comes a day

When the madness goes away

But who can tell a tree

What God is thinking?

And how much does it need to know

to act so very well

While man takes complex thought

and turns it into Hell

Who can explain to a tree?

Who can teach a rock?

Who can find the missing deed

hidden in a sock?

Who can master effort

and never raise a sweat

Who is it that hides in me

I haven't found him yet.

I am waiting on the summons

I am waiting on the call

I am waiting for The Fatman

Here beneath The Wailing Wall

If I were a terrorist

That is where I'd strike

I would hit the artifacts

what is not to like?

I would bomb the banks and...

The Temple on The Mount

Before we see the masses of

the people that can't count

the blobs of flesh are moving

through the Walmart soda aisle

I knew something was wrong

When the greeter didn't smile

Who can explain to a tree?

Who can teach a rock?

Who can find the missing deed

hidden in a sock?

Who can master effort

and never raise a sweat

who is it that hides in me

I haven't found him yet.

Why don't you put that on a leash

Stupid people don't decrease

When appetite has taken hold

even cowards become bold

when Trivia is packing heat

and perversions not for show

The usurers have come to town

It's something that I know

Stop the people from the place

That rubs false histories in your face

That tricks your children inside out

that sells you fear, and awful doubt

that dresses down and smells real bad

While milking demons, Jack The Lad

It might just be too late for you

I only hope you make it through

Look at all the things they've done

They're monsters, Jack, yes every one

They came out bent right from the start

No one saw the missing heart

They only care for gold and gems

They'll leave you floating in the Thames

Keep your distance, so they say

till demons drag them all away

Who can explain to a tree?

Who can teach a rock?

Who can find the missing deed

hidden in a sock?

Who can master effort

and never raise a sweat

Who is it that hides in me

I haven't found him yet.

I haven't... found... him... yet.