Of Montreal - Satanic Panic in the Attic (2004) - An Epistle To A Pathological Creep lyrics

• He'd explain to you but it would take too long
  Why he is right and everybody else is wrong
  He'd endeavor friend to make your mind correct
  He'd try but he thinks it would take too long too long
  It's probably simple math
  that keeps him on his elevated path
  
  While talking to him it is very rare
  to sense that he's acknowledging you're even there
  Or else he'll speak as if you should be taking notes
  But fears that you might steal
  one of his brilliant quotes
  There's no idea that you could add
  that he wouldn't claim to have already had
  
  He used to be a really decent guy
  before his insecurities enslaved him
  Now his ego seems to be raging uncontrollably
  Destroying every friendship that he's ever had
  I don't even like to think about him it's so very sad
  
  Only a boy of three would dare act so egregiously
  
  Now the kind of places he's most often found
  Are rife with pedants running topics into the ground
  And the company that he is known to keep
  Are all self important bores
  that put you right to sleep
  Yes I'd rather be hung
  than hear them discussing Carl Jung