Well it was my finest hour yes it was ah ha
I was the last of the believers in the cause ah ha
They tried to sell me Jacob's glory and the answers
to the story and the rhythm of the laughable applause

And so I buried my belief and road the train ah ha
I sang your lover is a liar in the rain
And though a man he has to eat he's always
drowning in defeat only a fool would think the world is round anyway

Put your money right where your mouth is
Don't go deaf or blind just to find this
One plus one don't equal an answer
Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer

There was a message in the Herald Tribune ah ha
About a house of misrepute they wouldn't ruin ah ha
And though the medicine they chose was dedicated
to the rose it sucked the life from this ridiculous cartoon

And so I made some old excuse and I declined ah ha
To be a joker and a poacher of the mind ah ha
And through the window in the gate I spied the
dagger on the plate and left every desperate one of them behind

Put your money right where your mouth is
Don't go deaf or blind just to find this
One plus one don't equal an answer
Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer

Feel the fever burn down the headlines
Everybody loses it sometimes
One plus one don't equal an answer
Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer


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