The Blasphemy Song

I put all your pretty things out to display
Hoping that someone would take them away
They're no use to me now, are they? I don't know
If they're of use to someone else, well, they should go

I guess I'd better go back out there with the human beings
There will be no more shelter in the glow of your esteem
'Cuz you're in the boneyard and among the strings of space
I'd be happier up there singing with you than rejoining the human race
But

I keep waking up and I keep buying food
As if in some way, someday I might get a clue
Good God - what is wrong with you?
Can you be such a clown?
To kill off your most brilliant
And still keep me around

Yeah - Right - I know - It's all about the wheel
We plod through these lives 'till we figure what's real
And even then, we come again, and face our defects
I think I'd prefer the waiting room and some of God's special effects...

I keep waking up and I keep buying food
As if in some way, someday I might get a clue
Good God - what is wrong with you?
Can you be such a clown?
To kill off your most brilliant
And still keep me around

So if I drop dead in my tracks tomorrow
Don't worry too much about me
Just throw me in a box and close the lid and say
Well, he's finally free
Maybe God'll forgive me for being such a blasphemous fool
Maybe it means I graduated
From this meatgrinder of a school

I keep waking up and I keep buying food
As if in some way, someday I might get a clue
Good God - what is wrong with you?
Can you be such a clown?
To kill off your most brilliant
And still keep me around

Yep! It's a conundrum...