Everything Else کے بول

Mozart was crazy Flat fucking crazy Batshit, I hear But his music's not crazy It's balanced, it's nimble It's crystalline clear There's harmony, logic You listen to these You don't hear his doubts Or his debts or disease You scan through the score And put fingers on keys And you play And everything else goes away Everything else goes away So you play 'til it's perfect You play 'til you ache You play 'til the strings Or you fingernails break So you'll rock that recital And get into Yale So you won't feel so sick And you won't look so pale 'Cause you've got your full ride And your early admit So you're done with this school And all of this shit So you graduate early You're gone as of May And there's nothing your Paranoid parents can say And you know that it's just A sonata away And you play And you play And everything else goes away Everything else goes away Everything else goes away