It's a great song, but getting drunk and posting lyrics on social media is a very cliche move.

I'm not drunk.

We can walk our road together if our goals are all the same,
We can run alone and free if we pursue a different aim,
Let the Truth of Love Be Lighted,
Let the Love of Truth Shine Clear,
Sensibility, armed with Sense and Liberty,
With the Heart and Mind United,
In a Single Perfect Sphere.

Whoever made that should be made to not make things for Rush anymore.

They brought it on themselves.

*cough* 2112 group photo *cough*

Is posting lyrics the thing in here right now?

And I will remember your name and face
On the day you are judged by "The Funhouse" cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pass."

I guess it is.

One: Emotion, the mental abacus of natural effect
Notice what happens when I place this tennis ball
Atop this little ramp i've got here

Two: The abacus and the hair
The abacus is dusty attic bound and leaning on the playroom wall
Beside it lies one hair; human's, kitten's, not the issue
Both were useful. *notice the emphasis on "were" there

Three: Dead man's knowhow, a fund's transfer
Chrysalis prime, diploma customer
The incubation period of circumstance gone
Emotion in a bottle, rephrase'o'matic

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
And taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
And assessing points to nowhere, leading every single one
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move
And choose the course you're running

Sittin on the pot on Tuesday mornin
Readin bout the war in Lebanon
A car bomb killed 3 yankees in Rome
But I got a bigger problem and its closer to home

[Chorus:]
Oh **** my **** stinks
Holy ****'n moly my **** stinks
Argh **** billy my **** stinks

Maybe there's something wrong with my diet
I had a case of beer and couple of tacos
You know I feel like Johnny Cash
Going down in that ring of burning fire

Well all my friends like heavy metal
But I've always been partial to polkas
While they're all playin their air guitars
I'm fartin along with the booming tubas

I don't understand the pain
I just don't feel quite the same

Whether you're here to walk away
Or if you're here so you can stay

Silver's just another gold
When you're bitter and you're old

You can tell me anything
But not what the future brings