Oh, it's close at hand   It's eating through the wooden legs, now   Closing like an opening ceremony   We're feeling, shaking like a rake with no leaves      Never been convinced by the whirly gigs and their white, white wigs   You can hide your constitution well   When you bite your tongue with all your might   'Cause the black and white is never misunderstood      And, oh, you been making the same mistakes and    Oh, you been shaking the same old trees   The apples keep on falling on the same old head   Oh, it's true      It's true you been tripping on the same old roots again   Oh, it's true you been tripping on the same old roots again   It's your presence of mind that really seems to undermine you      It's hard to see the real thing for everything it is   Until you see the wrong thing in action   And we could be the real thing and never even know   Until the light comes on and then we find it gone      We're better off misunderstood   We're better off misunderstood