Doubly Doubting Thomas Songtext
von Flapping, Flapping

Howza′ doubly doubting Thomas
Looking through his window sees
A little bitta' bile hanging from the garden gate
Howza′ 'bout the will to linger
Creepin' ′round the bushes in the
Backyard of your thinkin′
Eatin' grubs and mumblin′ like a sage


He can't put his finger on it
He′ll be namin' names until he gets it right
He′ll be fit to wonder like a
Doubly doubting Thomas

How'd a pleasant day in sunlight
Turn so grim and grey with spider
Webbing on the mindstate
Must be someone's dreaming in the dark
He invents the need for venting
Thriving on the vibing, interception, intervention
He′s a watchdog howling at the moon


He can′t put his finger on it
He'll be namin′ names until he gets it right
He'll be hedging bets just like a
Doubly doubting Thomas