[Silence]
[Instrumental Intro: Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Acoustic Guitar, Organ Swells, Tribal Percussion, Electric Guitar]
[Intro]
What’s he thinking?
(Without even blinking?)
What’s he been drinking?
(Kool-aid sinking?)
Look at his face
(What a disgrace)
Talking so loud
(Playing to the crowd)
[Verse 1]
He says he’s got the answer
(Every answer!)
He says he knows the way
(He knows the way!)
But every time the facts arrive
He sends them all away
He builds himself a little world
Where nothing can go wrong
Then anyone who questions it
(Just doesn’t belong!)
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it reason?
(Is it fear?)
Is it something
(We should hear?)
When the warning signs
Are plain to see
Why pretend
(That they can’t be?)
[Refrain]
What’s he thinking?
(Musta been kool-aid drinking)
Seems a bit mad
(Strikingly sad)
Is his mind sound
(For that matter… even found?)
Better look around
Insanity
(Vanity)
Tragically insane
(Lame… inane)
[Verse 2]
He hears a warning
(Calls it noise)
He sees the danger
(Calls it choice)
He takes a little truth
And twists it out of shape
Then wonders why the evidence
(Just won’t escape!)
A mirror on the wall
Reflecting what he wants to see
But the image keeps on changing
(Back to reality!)
[Chorus]
What’s he thinking?
(What’s he thinking?)
Maybe we should ask
What’s he drinking?
(What’s he drinking?)
Before we give him the task
Of deciding for the many
What the many ought to do
When the consequences
(Come back through!)
[Bridge]
Insanity!
(Vanity!)
Certainty!
(Reality!)
Look around!
(Listen up!)
When the facts come knocking
(Will you begin… to let them in?)
Or lock the door
And turn away?
(Once more…)
… another day
[Break]
Is his mind sound
(For that matter… even found?)
Better look around
Insanity
(Vanity)
Tragically insane
(Lame…)
Really quite a shame)
[Instrumental, Psychedelic Jam]
[Churning bass]
[Transition to acoustic guitar]
[Whistle solo]
[Final Chorus]
What’s he thinking?
(Musta been kool-aid drinking)
Seems a bit mad
(Strikingly sad)
Is his mind sound
(For that matter… even found?)
Better look around
Insanity
(Vanity)
Tragically insane
(Lame… never to regain)
[Outro]
[Refrain]
What’s he thinking?
(Too much drinking)
… kool-aid…
(and throwing shade)
Gone bloody mad
(Tragically sad)
Unkind… his mind
(Never to be found?)
… too late to look around
From the album “I Dunno“