Lyrics

They say that men think about sex twice as often as they think I think that there is too much stress placed on the secret meanings of things They say that if you chew your ice it means you're loneliest at night So you bite through frozen feelings But I just think it's very nice to tear right through Their crystalline structures So don't tell me Don't tell me why Why I do, do what I do I don't know, I don't know Don't know why I chew the cubes It's just what I do It's just what I Just what I do Some people say that parlor tricks are unfit for company Instead they see displays of wit as worthy of complaining They say it took Rubik four weeks to unscramble every piece His 54 faces grace us with God's number I just know that it feels so right to slide each slice into its Fourth-dimensional chamber So don't tell me Don't tell me why Why I do, do what I do I don't know, I don't know Don't know why I solve the cube It's just what I do It's just what I Just what I do They say that Van Gogh lost his ear so he couldn't hear his demons What part of yourself would you cut off if you couldn't wake from dreaming? There are still some who draw a line and say that art belongs in times And moving backwards is an illegal motion But I think there's an ebb and tidal flow, there's miles to go 'cause Style's a pretty big ocean So don't tell me Don't tell me why Why I do, do what I do I don't know, I don't know Don't know why I sculpt the cubes It's just what I do It's just what I Just what I do So please tell me Please tell me why Why must art be origami'd into a box and held under a lock and key? Why can't it be free? How can a thing be just a thing And still be nothing? This is not a pipe, this is not, this is not a fist fight, why can't I be free? I want to be free, 'cause if I were free No, no, no, nobody, nobody would ever have to, ever have to pay for me Why can't I be free? Why can't I be? Why can't I be? Why can't I be A cube