The Humanist

Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway?
God?
Is that it? God? Well, I tell ya
Let me give you a little inside information about God
God likes to watch
He's a prankster
Think about it
He gives man instincts

He gives you this extraordinary gift
And then what he does?
I swear, for his own amusement
His own private cosmic gag reel
He sets the rules in opposition
It's the goof of all time

Look, but don't touch
Touch, but don't taste
Taste, but don't swallow

And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next
What is he doing'?
He's laughin' his sick (fuckin' ass off, he's a tightass)
He's a sadist

He's an absentee landlord
Worship that? Never
Why not?
I'm here on the ground with my nose
In it since the whole thing began
(I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have)
I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him

Look, but don't touch
Touch, but don't taste
Taste, but don't swallow

And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next
What is he doing'?
He's laughin' his sick (fuckin' ass off, he's a tightass)
He's a sadist

Why?
Why?

I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist
Maybe the last humanist
Who, in their right mind, Kevin
Could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine?

All of it, Kevin! All of it! Mine!
I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now
It's our time