We got nothing to believe in
We're sick and tired
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We don't know a thing
We are magicians
And we're free
The problems solved
We leave religion
Go tell the women that we're leaving
Going down
To the psychos and fanatics
But we are tired
High positions
Come on, back now till to the fray
We are mathematicians
We are lost
Of six billion people
We're hip to the sound
We do genetics
We're up on our hind legs
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Come on, back now till to the fray
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And maybe a bit more in the evening
Of all this self serving grieving
We are artists
Go tell the women that we're leaving
We are deceiving
But we are tired
We are hardly breathing
Go tell the women that we're leaving
We're free and we're lost
All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the afternoon
We are scientists
Some of hold extremely
