The Behaviorist

I’m lost in a foreign country But I’ve lived here all my life Recently I came into money I bought a tractor and a Bowie knife Now I’m farming the land, rotating crops Doing it like the slaves One of these days, I might just forget to behave I don’t get around much anymore Since I was shot up in the Gulf But I’ve only got the highest respect for war It’s the reason I still have a pulse So I pour cement, do whatever it takes There’s always county roads to pave I’m keepin’ busy, In case I forget to behave I learned a new kind of love this month By the unborn moon’s new light Check out this, it’s my latest stunt With no net, I created a life! And I’ll stand guard at the side of my new little pride Keep your tortured toy Jesus away Today, we’re playin’ a game called “Forget to Behave” Reading the great philosophers Finding out where truth is at Between the dream and the disbelief lies the Cuervo bottle’s missing cap I played the drunken fool, the uptight mongoloid the uncultivated man in the cave – You know, the place they send you In the event you forget to behave. 2011