Everything Else

Mozart was crazy

Flat fucking crazy

Bat shit, 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

And you play 'till it's perfect

You play 'till you ache

You play 'till the strings or your 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

And you're done with this school

And with all of this shit

And 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