"Please Don't Cry, They Stopped Hours Ago."
>Placed behind door number 3, I lay (shaking) will he pick me?
>Door number 3 has opened up and like that the world pounces on the knobs of one and two "if we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?"
wtf is this song a Monty Hall problem?
I hope this concept is expanded to make some sort of "math"-rock genre
Imagine a song about a traveling salesman