Featherless Biped Lyrics

Your Honor, I ask no mercy and I plead for no immunity

I realize that finally the right must prevail

I never so clearly comprehended as now the great struggle between the powers of greed and exploitation on the one hand and upon the other the rising hosts of industrial freedom and social justice

I told Alexander to stand out of my sun

Just a little typhoid can cancel out what you've done

Canned laughter, no funny shit, listen up

I get everything I need from rummaging in the dump

Man is not a featherless biped

I sidestep your priorly made assumptions, get a new mindset

Playdough, Plato said an empty vessel makes the loudest sound

Now let it digest

The unexamined life is not worth living

Curse lifted, I saw God in the burning thicket

Stepped outside and I heard the crickets

I don't mean to get persnickety but it's a difference

We're just some plucked chickens living on a factory farm

It seems that ninety-five percent of us are glad to be starved

Licking the boot of capital, the fallacy's apparent

Fuck formalities, in casualties we tally the merits

Let the light shine through your prism

Get a new look, find what's entirely missing

Do a minor incision

Peel back the layers and decry the derision

At a Mayan commune, eating guinep with the children

Kaczynski shack because I'm sick of the shilling

Blocking all proponents of imperialism

I had a serious vision and now I'm hearing it different

I killed the cat like curiosity

Nine times in fact, that's mighty ferocity

This is not the time for an apology

I am simply citing my right to an apostrophe

Monopoly man, raise your hands

Keep them where I can see them while I pay your hands

Because he is not your savior, man

If the world hinges on a gamble then I'll take a chance

When the mariner, sailing over tropic seas, looks for relief from his weary watch, he turns his eyes toward the southern cross, burning luridly above the tempest-vexed ocean

As the midnight approaches, the southern cross begins to bend, the whirling worlds change their places, and with starry finger-points the Almighty marks the passage of time upon the dial of the universe, and though no bell may beat the glad tidings, the lookout knows that the midnight is passing and that relief and rest are close at hand

Let the people everywhere take heart of hope, for the cross is bending, the midnight is passing, and joy cometh with the morning