Doubly Doubting Thomas

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