Thick as a Brick, Pt. 2 [2012 Remix]

See there, a man was born and we pronounce him fit for peace There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease We'll take the child from him, put it to the test Teach it to be a wise man, how to fool the rest We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility Oh, fluffy duck We walked through the maternity ward and saw two hundred and eighteen babies wearing nylons It says here that cats are on the upgrade (upgrade?) Hipgrave, downgrades are rare, it's got that fat and old cat In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured In neat little rows sporting canvas frills With their jockstraps pinching, they slouch to attention Whilst queueing for sarnies at the office canteen Saying "how's your granny?" and good old Ernie Coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win The legends worded in The ancient tribal hymn Lie cradled in the seagull's call And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, behind the gun And signal for the crack of dawn, light the sun, light the sun Do you believe in the day? Do you believe in the day? The dawn creation of the kings has begun, has begun Soft Venus, lovely maiden brings the ageless one, the ageless one Do you believe in the day? Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night, to the night And fully pregnant with the day, with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight Do you believe in the day? Do you believe in the day? Let me tell you the tales of your life Of your love and the cut of the knife The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled The desire to kill or be killed Well, let me sing of the losers who lie In the street as the last bus goes by The pavements ar empty, the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god in the sky So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year And join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear Let me help you pick up your dead As the sins of the father are fed With the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise And from the pan under your bed Well, let me make you a present of song As the wise man breaks wind and is gone While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along So come all ye young men who are building castles Kindly state the time of the year And join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear See the summer lightning casts its bolts upon you And the hour of judgement draweth near Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear? So, come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books, your super-crooks And show us all the way? Well, make your will and testament Won't you join your local government? We'll have Superman for president Let Robin save the day So where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual So you ride yourselves over the fields And you make all your animal deals And your wise men don't know how it feels To be thick as a brick, yeah