The considerate s.o.b thought he’d finally found the answer
and the timing of his death was worked out in the plan
Four in the evening was the best, was the minimum of bother
And all the kings’ men would have to answer to the man

He did never comprehend when the deal went badly sour
he was tired, he was jaded and his mouth was only sand
Those he loved didn’t know him, those he hated didn’t matter
And the perfumes of Arabia were all ashes in his hand

Twenty years is a long time to have delusions of grandeur
and have the questions to the answers in a head just gone blank
When you’ve got them by the mind, all the souls will follow
and the angels will weep throughout the cursed land

The mind-readers all pointed out deficiencies in his character
and how neurosis was the reason why his heart was coal black
They said anger was the destroyer, a volcano spewing fire
the ones who said they loved him took a couple of steps back

He has everything we wanted, and all he says is satire
See how thinking too much can take you off the beaten track
If you’re drowning in the mire, be clear with your desires
So you have our reasons why you’re walking the plank

We have facts that will cut you, leave you bleeding and afire
And the three wise men will rise again and play their little prank
and when you’re blinded by ambition, and the cost is really dire
We will call our gods collectively to hack away your hands

The wounded man dragged his own carcass to the lair
licked his wounds, found no answers and sentenced himself to hang
Later at the pyre, crowds gathered, all for hire
Laughed and said he was crazy, should’ve hidden in the clan.