The DC3 - Warning: lyrics

Poets are the world's unacknowledged legislators Humorists, a lesser somehow greater Ironists, riddle me this What's hardest to do, easiest to dismiss Warning (x3) I may contain traces of nut To capture the world in a couplet is a gift sublime Try making it funny, at the same time It's a higher art but the way to disguise it Guarantees everyone will patronize it Warning (x3) Yeah any sh**head can throw mud against the wall All sound and fury, signifying f**all Sit back in feted insouciance While the listener makes patterns in their pretty mess I blame Bob Dylan, he wrote the book Let a cavalcade of charlatans off the hook Got something to say, they've got you worked out Got nothing to say, your genius is never in doubt Warning...