EVERYBODY HAS A CLUE
Everybody has a clue
No one knows a thing at all
Like the times that I hear you
But you never called
I guess I'm really just the same
Floating like a leaf along
Gently down a wooded stream
While Big Ben says BONG
Puffing right along
If I don't know
Why should I portend otherwise
But I can't pretend I don't see
Dark clouds in the sky
But one way or another
Each man is still my brother
We turn at odds
Not at all sure what we have or what we've lost
Everybody has a clue
No one knows a thing at all
Like the times that I hear you
But you never called
I guess I'm really just the same
Floating like a leaf along
Gently down a wooded stream
While Big Ben says BONG
Puffing right along
If I don't know
Then I perhaps should just shut up
Not piss in wind
And catch it in a paper cup
But let me ask you Mister
Why should we wrong our sisters
Does it make us men
Strolling top hats ass hats once again
Everybody has a clue
No one knows a thing at all
Like the times that I can hear you
But you never called
I guess I'm really just the same
Floating like a leaf along
Gently down a wooded stream
While Big Ben says BONG
Puffing right along
-Orchestration fascination...
But one way or another
Each man is still my brother
We turn at odds
Not at all sure what we have and what we've lost
Everybody has a clue
No one knows a thing at all
Like the times that I hear you
But you never called
I guess I'm really just the same
Floating like a leaf along
Gently down a wooded stream
While Big Ben says BONG
Puffing right along
While I bleed another song
And perhaps you sing along
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