Nothing Isthat Simple

There is a man, with a crooked tongue, he rambles on, about things, needing to be done. I can do this, I can do that, now really sir, I smell a rat. Nothing is so simple, there are problems ahead, I still remember, what the others have said. I cannot follow, I have a brain, don't pee on my future, and call it rain. Out of control, everything is wrong, the flood is coming, and it won't be long. The rim of the skillet, is getting mighty hot, don't tell me it's cool, when I know it's not. Carved in stone, so long ago, are the only words, we need to know.