[Intro]
C Am
[Verse]
C
Tenuous at best was all he had to say
Am
When pressed about the rest of it
Am
The world, that is
C
From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to porto-centric Lisboans
Am
Greek Cypriots and and Hobis-hots
Am
Who hang around in ports a lot
C Am
Uh huh
C
Now here's where things start getting weird
C
While chinless men will scratch their beards
Am
Uh huh
C
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Am
Will brush up on the Uralic syntaxes
[Pre-Chorus]
G
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
F
Oh oh
C Am
First it wanes and then waxes
C Am
So procreate and pay your taxes
[Chorus]
C
Ten, you, us, ness, less
Am
Seven comes to three
C Am
Them, you, us, plus eleven
G
Thank the heavens for their elasticity
F
And that's for those who live and die
C Am
For astronomy
C Am
[Verse]
C
When Coprophagia was writ, know when to stand, know when to sit
Am
Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit, and who would want to know this?
C Am
Click click click
[Bridge]
G Em
Who wants to look upon this
G Em
Who wants to look upon this
G
Pray tell
G Em
Who wants to look upon this
G Em
Who wants to look upon this
G Em
Praaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay tell
G Em
Pray tell
[Chorus]
G
Ten, you, us, ness, less
Em
Seven comes to three
G Em
Them, you, us, plus eleven
D
Comes just shy of infinity
C
And that's for those who live and die
G
For numerology