Lyrics
Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
Greek Cypriots and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot, oh-oh
Here's where things start getting weird
While chinless men will scratch their beards, oh-ho
Tool their minds to sharpened axes
Brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis, oh-oh
First it wanes and then it waxes
So procreate and pay your taxes
Tenuousness less seven comes to three
Tenuous plus 11
Thank the heavens for their elasticity
And that's for those who live and die for astronomy
When Coprophagia was written
Know when to stand or when to sit
Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit
And who would want to know this?
Click, click
Oh, who wants to look upon this?
Oh, who wants to look upon this pray tell?
Who wants to look upon this?
Oh, who wants to look upon this pray tell?
Pray tell
Tenuousness less seven comes to three
Them, you, us plus 11
Comes just shy of infinity
And that's for those who live and die for numerology
