Just a naturalist thinks he's always right Lookin' for the fight of his life In the real-time world he can't account for it all They all say he's crazy He only sees chemical reactions in the things of the heart No actual wrong or right He has reasoned into the crazy zone When the reasoner becomes unreasonable It can cut you like a sword cane, if the worldview becomes a ring You might believe your a chicken or secretly the King [chorus] He's a maniac, maniac in a ring And he's making crazy sense of everything He's a maniac, maniac in a circle And he's throwing out the paradoxical On the ice-blue line of insanity is the comfort zone of modernity It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, closing out all mystery Meaning doesn't fit into your spinning wheel So you throw it out rather than derail It's a big round world, so it all makes sense Trim away whatever's an inconvenience There's a cold calculated mind that seeks only to bind Everything into a loop like a snake eating its tail [chorus] He's a maniac, maniac in a ring And he's making crazy sense of everything He's a maniac, maniac in a circle And he's throwing out the paradoxical It can spin you like a wheel, when you try to fit it all On a ring between what you desire and what is real [chorus] He's a maniac, maniac in a ring And he's making crazy sense of everything He's a maniac, maniac in a circle And he's throwing out the paradoxical [chorus] He's a maniac, maniac in a ring And he's making crazy sense of everything He's a maniac, maniac in a circle And he's throwing out the paradoxical
