A man can dream, a man can think, and sometimes deeply feel.
A man can scheme and curse and drink, and lose his even keel.
Oh, a man can chase after many a goal,
He can strive for wealth like a real asshole,
Or spend life watching the waters roll,
Where the oceans meet the fields.
But the test of a man who is truly a man
Is to do everything that a real man can
To weaken the grip of reality's brand,
And throw off the cold realistic hand,
And make lesser thinkers' minds rock and reel,
Turning red to mauve and white to teal,
Leaving systems of thought all in dishabile,
As he makes things more surreal, my lads,
Makes things more surreal.