Thick As a Brick

Really don't mind if you sit this one out

My words but a whisper, your deafness, a shout

I may make you feel but I can't make you think

Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink

So you ride yourselves over the fields

And you make all your animal deals

And your wise men don't know how it feels

To be thick as a brick

And the sand castle virtues are all swept away

In the tidal destruction, the moral melee

The elastic retreat rings the close of play

As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way

But your new shoes are worn at the heels

And your suntan does rapidly peel

And your wise men don't know how it feels

To be thick as a brick

And the love that I feel is so far away

I'm a bad dream that I just had today

And you shake your head

And say that it's a shame

Spin me back down the years

And the days of my youth

Draw the lace and black curtains

And shut out the whole truth

Spin me down the long ages

Let them sing the song

See there, a son is born

And we pronounce him fit to fight

There are blackheads on his shoulders

And there he pees himself in the night

We'll make a man of him

Put him to trade

Teach him to play monopoly

And how to sing in the rain

The poet and the painter

Casting shadows on the water

As the sun plays on the infantry

Returning from the sea

The doer and the thinker, no allowance for the other

As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed

The home fire burning, the kettle almost boiling

But the master of the house is far away

The horses stamping

Their warm breath clouding

In the sharp and frosty morning of the day

And the poet lifts his pen

While the soldier sheaths his sword

And the youngest of the family

Is moving with authority

Building castles by the sea

He dares the tardy tide

To wash them all aside

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass

Down by the river

Where the swelling mountain water

Moves onward to the sea

The builder of the castles

Renews the age-old purpose

And contemplates the milking girl

Whose offer is his need

The young men of the household

Have all gone into service

And are not to be expected for a year

The innocent young master

Thoughts moving ever faster

Has formed the plan

To change the man he seems

And the poet sheaths his pen

While the soldier lifts his sword

And the oldest of the family

Is moving with authority

Coming from across the sea

He challenges the son

Who puts him to the run

What do you do when the old man's gone?

Do you want to be him?

And your real self sings the song

Do you want to free him?

No one to help you get up steam

And the whirlpool turns you way off beam

I've come down from the upper class

To mend your rotten ways

My father was a man of power

Whom everyone obeyed

So come on all you criminals!

I've got to put you straight

Just like I did with my old man

Twenty years too late

Your bread and water's going cold

Your hair is short and neat

I'll judge you all and make damn sure

That no one judges me

You curl your toes in fun

As you smile at everyone

You meet the stares

You're unaware

That your doings aren't done

And you laugh most ruthlessly

As you tell us what not to be

But how are we supposed to see

Where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom

With your rings upon your fingers

And your downy little sidies

And your silver-buckle shoes

Playing at the hard case

You follow the example of the comic-paper idol

Who lets you bend the rules

So, come on you childhood heroes

Won't you rise up from the pages

Of your comic-books, you super crooks

And show us all the way?

Well, make your will and testament

Won't you join your local government?

We'll have superman for president

Let robin save the day

You put your bet on number one

And it comes up every time

The other kids have all backed down

And they put you first in line

And so you finally ask yourself

Just how big you are

And you take your place in a wiser world

Of bigger motor cars

(And you wonder who to call on)

So, where the hell was biggles

When you needed him last Saturday?

And where are all the sportsmen

Who always pulled you through?

They're all resting down in cornwall

Writing up their memoirs

For a paperback edition of the boy scout manual

See there, a man is born

And we pronounce him fit for peace

There's a load lifted from his shoulders

With the discovery of his disease

We'll take the child from him, put it to the test

Teach it to be a wise man, how to fool the rest

We will be gearing toward the average

Rather than the exceptional

God's an overwhelming responsibility

We walked through the maternity ward

And saw 218 babies wearing nylons

It says here that cats

Are on the upgrade, upgrade?

In the clear white circles of morning wonder

I take my place with the lord of the hills

And the blue-eyed soldiers

Stand slightly discolored

In neat little rows

Sporting canvas frillswith their jock-straps pinching

They slouch to attention

Whilst queuing for sarnies

At the office canteen

Singing, how's your grannie?

And good old ernie

He coughed up a tenner

On a premium bond win

The legends worded in the ancient tribal hymn

Lie cradled in the seagull's call

And all the promises they made

Are ground beneath the sadist's fall

The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun

And signal for the crack of dawn, light the sun

Do you believe in the day?

The dawn creation of the kings has begun

Soft venus lonely maiden

Brings the ageless one

Do you believe in the day?

The fading hero has returned to the night

And fully pregnant with the day

Wise men endorse the poet's sight

Do you believe in the day?

Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life

Of your love and the cut of the knife

The tireless oppression the wisdom instilled

The desire to kill or be killed

Let me sing of the losers who lie

In the street as the last bus goes by

The pavements are empty

The gutters run red

While the fool toasts his God in the sky

So, come all ye young men

Who are building castles

Kindly state the time of the year

And join your voices in a hellish chorus

Mark the precise nature of your fear

Let me help you to pick up your dead

As the sins of the father are fed

With the blood of the fools

And the thoughts of the wise

And from the pan under your bed

Let me make you a present of song

As the wise man breaks wind and is gone

While the fool with the hour-glass

Is cooking his goose

And the nursery rhyme winds along

So, come all ye young men

Who are building castles

Kindly state the time of the year

And join your voices in a hellish chorus

Mark the precise nature of your fear

See, the summer lightning

Casts its bolts upon you

And the hour of judgement draweth near

Would you be the fool stood in the suit of armour

Or the wiser man who rushes clear?

So, come on you childhood heroes

Won't you rise up from the pages

Of your comic-books, your super-crooks

And show us all the way?

Well, make your will and testament

Won't you join your local government?

We'll have superman for president

Let robin save the day

So, where the hell was biggles

When you needed him last Saturday?

And where are all the sportsmen

Who always pulled you through?

They're all resting down in cornwall

Writing up their memoirs

For a paperback edition of the boy scout manual

Of course

So you ride yourselves over the fields

And you make all your animal deals

And your wise men don't know how it feels

To be thick as a brick