[Intro] "Hey, what is that shape?" And I'd say "That is Honse." And they'd say "It has no defined edges." And I'd say "Yes. That is Honse." Honse, the geometrically unsound horse. [Verse 1] Honse, the geometrically unsound horse His surface is perfectly smooth He has no angles, no corners, no pores Just one continuous groove He doesn't need muscles to stand up He's denser than a neutron star His form is described by a formula That goes on too far [Chorus 1] Oh look Honse is starting to roll now Oh look He's gaining momentum somehow Oh look It's Honse, the geometrically unsound horse Oh look He cannot be stopped by any force [Verse 2] Big hooves printed on his side Honse the horse They're just for show He's got no bones Nowhere to hide Just solid Honse From head to toe Perfectly round A flawless sphere He hums a low And constant tone Oh look He's getting quite near Oh look He's in the zone [Chorus 2] Oh look Honse is rolling much faster Oh look Heading for a suburban disaster Oh look It's Honse, the geometrically unsound horse Oh look He's on a collision course [Insturmental break] Round So very round The orb The orb The orb Honse, the geometrically unsound horse [Escalation Verse] He rolled out of the pasture and he flattened the town And he smoothed out the mountains and he pushed the seas down And he said "This is efficient But I require more friction" And he rolled up the continents and rolled up the sky And he rolled up the concept of the question "why" And he rolled up the soundwaves and the light and the heat And he rolled up the future and the feeling of feet And he rolled up the numbers and the color blue And he rolled up the memory I once had of you He just kept rolling [Outro] Honse, the geometrically unsound horse The most perfect of shapes Observing you from The end of all landscapes His mane is a theorem His neigh is a proof He knows all your axioms And he is aloof
