Released on 1997

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I sense the mildew spreading

In that abyss between your ears

I’ve got your number, friend

I know what time it is

Not just an armchair speculation

I hear your mantra, you chant “duh”

If you were lazy

Maybe an ignoramus

Even autistic

You’d have a better excuse

Than just being a cretin

Babble statistics, ballistics, and logistics

But you’ll never comprehend

How to say anything at all

Put on your duncecap, pal

Say it

I hear your mantra, you chant “duh”

Put on your duncecap, pal

Say it, say it

I hear your mantra, you chant “duh”

Put on your duncecap, pal

Say it, say it

I hear your mantra, you chant “duh”

If you were lazy

Maybe an ignoramus

Even autistic

You’d have a better excuse

Than just being a cretin

Babble statistics, ballistics, and logistics

But you’ll never comprehend

How to say anything at all