The man behind the grin
Had a weapon known as sin
And he called himself
The Semi-Great Predictor
He would always try in vain
To logically explain
Why Noah
Saved the Boa constrictor
Now Noah seems to think
As they slowly near the brink
Of embarking in an oversized outrigger
That for law and order's sake
We must preserve some snakes
It's a thousand years
Before we'll have the trigger
He's the Semi-Great Predictor
Self-appointed self-ordained
And he views the world
With vision and with tact
He ponders human fate
And then profoundly states
That infinity will take up all the slack
When the crowd began to beef
And they stated disbelief
And finally policemen intervened
While poultry meat and bread
Rained down on the Predictor’s head
And they took him to the laundry
To be cleaned
And somewhere in the scrubbing
In the washing and the rubbing
There came a sudden eclipse of the sun
And the ground below us rumbled
And above a giant grumbled
Blocking out the heavens with his gun
And then a little child
Spoke to the giant and smiled
Said don't be a slave
To deeds that others think
So the giant threw down his gun
And joined in all the fun
Stood watching
As the Great Predictor shrinked
Now in the lost and found
You can hear the lonesome sound
Of the trigger
With it's stubborn empty clicking
And no one will console
The Predictor and his hold
Or swallow any dirt that he is kicking
It's the other side of infinity boys
And reeks with injustice
Dictate and covet my return
To the rivers of your consciousness
To the sanctuary of your mind