No True Scotsman

Well, I guess that Plato knew a thing or two
Sitting there in his fucking cave.
He had these crazy ideas about abstracts
Shadows on the wall and all that
From seed to tree
we play at being men
every year getting better and better
stock markets
Until we finally get it
or we don’t
And a grey man closes the medicine cabinet and thinks
Where the hell did the days go?

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