A man came up from anywhere A nd cut the edge so close That it could not be ignored The people gasped and grabbed their hearts The sky--it danced and shook the dark and everywhere the people wanted more Changed the history of the scene Hit it like a bomb if you know what i mean He was the next beethovern or the next Van Gogh A brand new edgar allan poe Anticipation was rising for the second work To give their existence another needed perk (and they were) Waiting for another hit Waiting for another hit Waiting for another hit Waiting for another hit The critics hated it They chewed it up and spat it out Some called it high art Some said it wasn't high enough So, what do you say? So, do what yo say. Meanwhile Some found the true meaning or art That lay not in the perception But deep within the heart The spit will dry on their faces and they will be all the better for it What do you say? Do what you say. Don't wait for this.