The Man Who Knows Best

Come tell me my fortune, old prophets and priests! 

Come teach from the book that’s so often revised!

Explain how I look from my savior’s eyes!

Ain’t it miraculous how you can preach from your knees?

No food for the beggar, no love for the thief…

No room for the other in the company you keep.

And who is my Lord now: is it father or son? 

Well the old gods are dead and there’s only one left 

to the man who know’s best for everyone.

When will the punchline come?

Come make my life easier, young technologists!

Just outsource and automate all of my needs…

improve the design of my final disease   

and fix all my problems before they exist.

The hand that you build may be used as a fist,

but you’ll define “progress” however you wish

and what kind of world will we have when you’re done? 

Destiny’s manifested—a virtual success

for the man who knows best for everyone.

When will the punchline come? 

You gotta make my hometown safe, brave Mr. Politician!

Who’s gonna save my kids from terrorist commie heathens?

Who’s gonna make them pay the ultimate price for freedom?

Everybody outside’s trying to pop the bubble we live in.

What if their truth isn’t self-evident?

And if they can’t live without what is broken within?

“Well there’s no eye to eye so don’t even try,”   

says the man who knows why for everyone.

  

When will the punchline come?

Come sing me a soundtrack, my artist and friend!

Come make my life feel much more real than it’s been.

You used to sing all that I couldn’t explain

and now you just buy those you can’t entertain,

So march to the drum of the numb and the young…

you’re the man who knows best for everyone.

When will the punchline come?