Philosophical Perplexity Lyrics

Gonna get ready with the pubes, I went too long

Walk in the room and what did I see

A bunch of little people and they don't have no knees (say what!)

Their shins overlapping and their dripping with sauce

Everybody call me mister learn how to dance

I just woke up and my bed is full of bees

They're making honey betwixt the creases in my sheets

I don't have no money left and I'm completely broke

I guess I'll have to resort to selling my body for money

Sending you a letter that is full of my pubes

I get mesmerized when I be staring at dudes

I just walked around in a circle for two hours

Please remind me what I need to build a new place of residence

If you travel faster than a car than your faster

If you multiply the number seven you are a bastard

I am currently sitting in puddles of pee

My lady Rebecca has a horrid accent

Comedy noise solo

I've been staring out my window for hours

I just pissed myself and shit on these flowers

I can't understand the reason we exist

Is it just to fuck and shit and also piss

I'm contemplating everything like I'm Plato

My brain is a philosophical tornado

I'll make an inquiry about our existence

I mustn't express my request for assistance