Piltdown
Throw your guilt down
You're mistaking a finger for the moon
You're mistaking this evening for last noon
Man down
It was a sure thing
Pointing at everything
Nodding at everyone
Authenticating this
Authenticating that
No sound
Shelving books off a cart
Mixing stains that make it dark
Naming things that really aren't
Fitting jaw to cranium
Fitting cranium to jaw
Piltdown
Throw your guilt down
Rumble in your sleepy town
Argue in the streets
You're mistaking a finger for the moon
You're mistaking a pittance for a boon
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