He's keeping busier He's bitten stones His imaginations and his palindromes It was anything but hear the voice Anything but hear the voice It was anything but hear the voice That says that we're all basically alone
Poor Professor Pension had only good intentions When he put his Bunsen burners all away and turned Into a playground a petri dish of single cells that would swing Their fists at anything that looks like easy prey Nature show that rages every day it was bound, a part his intuition Say We were all basically alone
And despite what all your studies had shown What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis Weighed deception or mercy
Where others train for the show Tell me doctor can you pull my file ‘Cause he just wants to know the reason why
Why do they congregate in groups of four Scatter like a billion spores And let the wind just carry them away? How can gametes be so mean Our famous doctor tried to gleam As he went home at the end of the day In this Nature show that rages every day it was bound apart of his intuition Say
Despite what all your studies had shown What was mistaken for closeness was just a taste of mitosis She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis Weighed deception or mercy Where others will pay for the show Well doctor can you pull my file The reason why
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