K.R.S. Murthy - Brain Surgery to Cure Stupidity lyrics

Wings sprung up large and wide on the side of the mammoth mountains Real iron wings beating all over the sky highways as all the mountains Flew and glided effortlessly and smoothly, as the gravity took a long vacation In flocks, large and small, for days at a time, with no desire to land on the ground Army of fish, whales, dolphins, jellyfish and octopuses came sprinting On the streets of desert town with water pistols, big and small, squirting On each other in a long child play, on family, friends and all their foes Only to suffocate each other to d**h with too much water on their faces Scorching heat of the Moon heated the earth all day to blistering temperatures As the Sun could not control his shiver with the freezing cold in the universe Rivers, lakes, oceans and all the seas were flooding with milk overflowing With their waves reaching the skies, as millions of infants were drowning The lions, tigers, wolves and hyenas were filled with genuine love and kindness The pride in the forest ready to serve their cruel prey as they have been for ages With delicate care, were bringing all the cattle, deer, zebras and the wilder beasts Carrying on their back to the grazing field for the prey to eat the gra** and leaves Then to drink to quench all their thirst in the sweet brine without any fear of their lives Brine, the ultimate thirst quencher, in fancy wine gla**es sipping with aristocratic straws The bees were carrying big pot of honey on their back to spray on the flower petals Gardens blooming in the mid winter flowers with the hardness of iron, and the metals The mosquitoes, flies, ants, spiders, and all the small pests of the earth were rejoicing Feeding poisons and beating humans to d**h, as all the humans were helplessly crying Have you begun to wonder about me? Do you doubt me to have any common sense? Have you wondered if I am already in the biggest nut mansion, with a lifetime lease? Are you getting ready to carry me to the nut house? Brand me to be the ultimate in lunacy I will let you in on a real secret that I was born in a family of lunatics, born real crazy My parents were crazy, and so were all their parents, their parents and all the ancestors One more secret that you never knew, or never wanted to accept, is about your ancestors They were very close cousins with the same lunatic genes that made all of us born crazy Only some of us know the genetic secret, but others like you simply believe others as crazy Sometimes knowing you are crazy may be a curse, but not having any clue of the truth Not at all knowing that you do not even know the real truth is simply bliss of blind faith Would you mind if I called it stupidity, as the stupid would never know they are stupid? Trust me that I am really very kind in slapping on your face and calling you a real stupid Any milder way of saying may be a simple waste of time, as it will not pierce your brain Sharpness of the words is essential to break open your hard skull for surgery of the brain Once it is open, it is a simple procedure and you will not have any pain during my magic My delicate surgery will change wiring in your brain and load it with my brand of logic Evaporate your past stupidity without any trace, so that you have no fear of any relapse I will implant a bonus of my unique brand of virus protection, which never needs updates Reputation as a sk**ed brain surgeon with an excellent track record in permanent cures Can cure all types of stupidity deceases, and known not to accept any fees for services Sorry that I lied a little bit, but I do expect something in return for my help to cure the ill Don't be scared! Surely, it is not money, or gold or anything you cannot afford at all Just give your first born my name. It surely costs nothing for you to use my sweet name Remember the name of your surgeon and let anyone needing similar help know my name Tell them how good you feel after the magic of my sharp words on your brain software Be sure to tell every stupid person you meet from now on, about your permanent cure It is time to start the surgery now, as you read my poem again of things that look absurd So absurd that it would never be true on this earth and the universe we have witnessed Do you remember many things that we are taught as kids and still hold them as real truth? As universal as the Laws of Physics, to always speak the truth, and nothing but the truth "Good wins over evil". "There is a heaven and a hell" "God is really watching us". "What we do on the earth will result in heaven or hell", say people to all of us "God will take care of good people, and neglect or punish the bad people". "There is place in the heaven for everyone who believes in him (or her or it?)" "You are bound to go to hell if you do not believe in God", shouts the preacher Some even dare say, "If you do not believe in their special brand of God", beware Come to the preacher anytime, but leave your brain and its logic at the church gate Don't dare come out of the house of God, without dropping a dollar in preacher's wallet Every time you cried as a hungry baby, and asked genuine questions, everyone fed myth No one means any harm to you, but parents mix an ingredient called undigested myth Divine bosoms of the mothers produce the nectar full of a sweetener to feed your hunger The sweetener, known as love, rushes to your heart the moment you drink, with the k**er Sneaking behind it, as you savor the sweet taste, with closed eyes, the eyes in your brain k**er of the hunger, myth gets into your blood stream, your lungs, heart, and the brain Con artists of the veteran kind are the loveable grand parents, and guilty as charged They have earned a first cla** ticket to stupidity paradise without a dollar of charge With their frequent liar program about the God and the heaven, they may never get to see Don't dare say they should go to jail, and just show all the pity as they are dressed to die Churches, mosques and temples are the biggest factory fermenting the myth of God Fermented for millenniums in the darkness of the faith underground of the God's abode The more you drink, the more you want, the myth concoction is extremely addictive Drink alcohol, or take some d**, they k** some brain cells, and you become addictive The religious myth, when you drink in large quantities, makes you real dumb and stupid Questions evaporate from the dictionary of your brain, never to re-enter the skull so hard Skull hardened by the deposits of the myth, layer upon layer, but opens to my antidote Antidote of unadulterated logic, but beware, the preacher prohibits you from the antidote Preacher takes an oath from you demanding that you never meet a magician, very unique Magician who feeds the real nourishment for your brain, one of curiosity, logic, critique Challenge the fundamentals and a very important vitamin called Big Q, the questioning Never stop inhaling questions, the oxygen to the brain, or else it is not even worth living Time has come to close your skull, seal it back tight and give your brain a final injection It is a crime for you to accept any thought without a thorough screening and introspection Just be very patient as it takes a while for you to heal, and stay away from the preacher Sooner than you realize, you will be cured of all stupidity, and blindness of faith, forever Very easy way to test of your permanent cure, is called the magic of "Coin on its edge" Toss a coin in the air, and see it to fall on either side, and also equally well on its edge Always your friend in need, should you need any more tuning or twisting of the screws! Lifetime warranty is what I give to everyone, but not responsible after you die, of course!