Ballad of the Dying Man

Naturally the dying man wonders to himself

Has commentary been more lucid than anybody else?

And had he successfully beaten back the rising tide

Of idiots, dilettantes and fools

On his watch while he was alive

Lord, just a little more time

Oh, in no time at all

This'll be the distant past

Ooh

So says the dying man, once I'm in the box

Just think of all the overrated hacks running amuck

And all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go unchecked

The homophobes, hipsters and one percent

The false feminists he'd managed to detect

Oh, who will critique them once he's left?

Oh, in no time at all

This'll be the distant past

What he'd give for one more day to rate and analyze

The world made in his image has of yet to realize

What a mess to leave behind

Eventually the dying man takes his final breath

But first checks his news feed to see what he's 'bout to miss

It occurs to him a little late in the game

You leave as clueless as we came

From rented heavens to the shadows in the cave

We'll all be wrong someday