You took a time bomb, and a case of crackers   And you made a maelstrom of organic debris   Then you took a work bench, and a rusty anvil   And you polished them for everyone to see      You have created an unhealthy monster   That you're nowhere but nowhere to be found   So I guess I'll just cope with my provisions   From now until the day they lay me down      You took a baboon and made him perfect   You took a lion and stripped him of his pride   Then took a million more varieties, a scalpel and a sartory   And you stitched up a horrible surprise      You have created an unsocial monster   Yet you're searched for all over the globe   And most believe that things would sure be better   If you'd come down here and tell us what you know      Who is to blame for this? Someone tell me please   His handiwork is flawed, and it's there for all to see   Mutations, aberrations and blatant anomalies   They multiply and give rise to this monstrosity      You took the most abundant smallest bits of matter   And you instilled them with affinity   And then you stratified accumulations, weeded out bad variations   And blended up your unique recipe      You have created a powerful monster   With direction and purpose all its own   And if you were here, would things be any different?   Or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone?