The singer asks if
A greater thinking thing will give a damn if we were here
And the answer is
It already has
For the damnation of that thinking thing
Can only be the Stupid God
Dancing drunkenly upon the backs of those
Who prostrate themselves before it
And it is a large ballroom thusly floored
A vast proscenium rising overhead
And blooted out by its bloated mass
Fed too well and long
It gave a damn
That thinking thing
And we are here
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