Chaos

By Thirty-Seven Seconds to White Sands

An Original Song

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They get on with life as a graverobber,
They're a complicated kinda type.
They like burning money on Sundays,
They like choking chickens in the week.
They like to contemplate chaos.
But when they start to daydream,
Their mind turns straight to self-contradiction.

Five six seven eight...

Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about self-contradiction with a smile,
Curved lips they just can't disguise.
But they think it's chaos making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Chaos or...
Self-contradiction?

They like to use words like 'pedogogy,'
They like to use words like 'wazoo.'
They like to use words about chaos.
But when they stop their talking,
Their mind turns straight to self-contradiction.

Five six seven eight...

Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about self-contradiction with a smile,
Curved lips they just can't disguise.
But they think it's chaos making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Chaos or...
Self-contradiction?

They like to hang out with Zaphod Beeblebrox,
They like to kick back with Koko the Gorilla,
But when left alone,
Their mind turns straight to self-contradiction.

Five six seven eight...

Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes,
I notice the way they think about self-contradiction with a smile,
Curved lips they just can't disguise.
But they think it's chaos making their life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more?
Chaos or...
Self-contradiction?

They're not too fond of Repubicans,
They really hate Meat,
But they just think back to self-contradiction,
And they're happy once again.

Five six seven eight...