You have anticipated all the players   Your silent judgment growin   And from time to time you pace the floor   Because you are a-knowing   Yet you cannot stop your sowing   All the stars that symbolize where you're going   And your heavy rains keep growing   Hey, come on, you've got something better to do      You have hidden your face from the people   And to them you keep on denying   That far, far away across the sea   For no reason their sons are dying   While it's Vietnam you're buying   Among all your conservatives a-sighing   And all your murderous lying   Hey, it's me who's defying   Hey, come on, you've got something better to dog      What good are all those documents?   Those well-kept worthless scrolls   When the hand you bit turns and slaps your face   The hands you tried to mold   And they leave you out in the cold   With your pockets full of gold   Yet you cannot pay the toll   Of the brave and the bold who are shouting   Hey, come on, you've got something better to do