Lyrics

(sung) Nietzsche sneezes beneath me He's lying underneath my loft bed I mean, he's such an intelligent guy, but All he keeps saying, over and over: "I'm stupid, I'm stupid, and I don't know nothing "And all I got is a book deal That's all I got left to my name My name that I can't even spell" Kierkegaard's in the kitchen Cooking an existential omelette Drowning in an abyss Of chicken and eggs and nothingness And all he's got is a few good ideas That's all he's got left to his name His name that I can't even spell (spoken) An extreme close-up Of a nose Dust specks floating Only inches away The inches are also miles And light years The dust specks are also planets And constellations Now the nose, naturally Is very, very big It's giant As is The frying pan (sung) Nietzsche sneezes beneath me He's lying underneath my loft bed He's such an intelligent guy, but All he keeps saying, over and over: "I'm stupid, stupid, I don't know nothing "And all I got is a book deal That's all I got left to my name My name that I can't even spell" (spoken) Jean-Paul Sartre Reading nausea Choking on what he wrote