Piltdown Lament

Piltdown Throw your guilt down You're mistaking a finger for the moon You're mistaking this evening for last noon Man down It was a sure thing Pointing at everything Nodding at everyone Authenticating this Authenticating that No sound Shelving books off a cart Mixing stains that make it dark Naming things that really aren't Fitting jaw to cranium Fitting cranium to jaw Piltdown Throw your guilt down Rumble in your sleepy town Argue in the streets You're mistaking a finger for the moon You're mistaking a pittance for a boon Ah