who's got the negative?
I've come to tell an oblique tale
About the way of man.
It's got a bell and a whale
Catch it if you can.
There's crimes they commit in the light of the sun,
That so many choose to not see.
While the priest's cassock looks at the face of John Donne
And thinks, the bell it tolls for thee.
There's crimes they commit in the shadow of the night
That so many choose to see.
While Herman Melville thinks, It's big and it's white,
Too big to remain free.
But the camera's shutter is oblivious to thought,
As you can plainly see.
With its neutral click the deed it caught,
Or so it seems to me.
What deed you ask and so you should
Well actually, none at all.
But the mind of man births bad and good,
How else to explain the fall?
What foulness fouls as an expletive
That only he can't see?
When he asks, "Who's got the negative,"
Drivin' me t' weep on bended knee.
Now I hear the knell, I feel the hail
As the princess felt the pea.
I seek a magic spell to flee my jail
For no princess waits for me.
My tale is done, I got to run,
Did you get who had to pay?
But exactly who won in this life's house of fun
Is not so easy to say.
Yes my tale it is done, I got to run,
Did you understand who had to pay?
But which one won in this life's house of fun
Is not so easy to say.