Mozart was crazy, flat fucking crazy
Bad 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 you're early admit
So 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