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(sung)Nietzsche sneezes beneath meHe's lying underneath my loft bedI mean, he's such an intelligent guy, butAll he keeps saying, over and over:"I'm stupid, I'm stupid, and I don't know nothing"And all I got is a book dealThat's all I got left to my nameMy name that I can't even spell"Kierkegaard's in the kitchenCooking an existential omeletteDrowning in an abyssOf chicken and eggs and nothingnessAnd all he's got is a few good ideasThat's all he's got left to his nameHis name that I can't even spell(spoken)An extreme close-upOf a noseDust specks floatingOnly inches awayThe inches are also milesLetras de cancionesAnd (???)The dust specks are also planetsAnd constellationsNow the nose, naturallyIs very, very bigIt's giantAs isThe frying pan(sung)Nietzsche sneezes beneath meHe's lying underneath my loft bedHe's such an intelligent guy, butAll he keeps saying, over and over:"I'm stupid, stupid, I don't know nothing"And all I got is a book dealThat's all I got left to my nameMy name that I can't even spell"(spoken)Jean-Paul SartreReading nauseaChokingOn (???) From Letras Mania