The Universal Cynic Songtext / Lyric

Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket

And your pants will start on fire

One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush

Neither do you any good, when you're stuck in the quagmire



Show everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth

Then you can be known as the universal cynic too



Benefit your fellow man with good deeds for the day

And you'll serve your life away

Pennies saved today are pennies still tomorrow

Strewn upon the desk, piled up in the paper weight






Show everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth

Then you can be known as a universal cynic too



Wipe your opaque eyes and restore your crystal vision

Turn another cheek and exalt in your decision

A bit of exercise for the universal cynic in you



Early to bed and early to rise

Precludes you from seeing the most brilliant starry nights

Sticks and stones can break bones, words can't really hurt

Unless you carry guns and are hungry for a fight



Challenging the standards or questioning the established rules

Trying to understand how they can benefit you



Showing everyone you're not sure that they're telling the truth

Just a bit of exercise for the universal cynic in you

The universal cynic is you