Protomartyr - Too Many Jewels lyrics

Who said "to thine own self be true?" Oh right, the guy who got ran through And who decreed that all unclean get thrown in a ditch outside town? Oh right, that was God Let me tell you how to make it in the world today And by 'I,' I mean "Simplis Pueris Mentalis Doktor" Mentalis simplis pueris eye For the sky that is over you is bra** And the ground that you tread upon is iron From what I say you can deduct the truth And the rest can be thrown in the squelch chamber Too many j**els Not enough of fingers Left all the poets and malingerers inside, inside, inside To gain financial One must be a hollowed out instrument An original instrument of God I say yes to no and maybe Waste can be wine, waste can be wine And what is lost is of no consequence A real rich-dad, poor-dad kinda deal Famously nervous spectral duping Is the enemy of profit and its disciples I'll tell you all about aposiopesis, if, if -- Too many j**els And not enough of fingers They are the fallow and they are disa**emblers inside, bug-eyed, inside, inside I do all my shady business at Zeidman's and that's how I get ahead Every road crooked must be made straight Every mountain must be made flat And I know if I die in a field and inside And I know inside, inside, bug-eyed, bug-eyed! Too many j**els Not enough fingers Well I hope you all maintain sales, sales Inside, inside, inside, bug-eyed You all eat ash You all eat ash To know me Is to love me