Lyrics

I don’t know about anything but prophecies and lotteries
All your talk of averages are wicked words and blasphemy

Take all the adding and subtracting
Wrap them up in sheets of plastic now
Take all the decimals and the fractions
Take them all out to the trash bin now

I don’t need Pythagoras cause I have ifs and buts
Ptolemy means shit to me if I can’t feel it in my gut

Take all the adding and subtracting
Wrap them up in sheets of plastic now
Take all the decimals and the fractions
Take them all out to the trash bin now

We’re done with math