Some of hold extremely
We are hardly breathing
We're sick and tired
We are artists
We are lost

But we are tired

But we are tired
We're free and we're lost
We got nothing to believe in
We are magicians

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Go tell the women that we're leaving
Come on, back now till to the fray

Go tell the women that we're leaving
We do genetics
Going down
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We leave religion
Go tell the women that we're leaving
High positions
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We don't know a thing
All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the afternoon

Of all this self serving grieving
Come on, back now till to the fray
The problems solved
We are scientists
We're up on our hind legs
And we're free
Come on, back now till to the fray
Of six billion people
We are deceiving
We're hip to the sound
We are mathematicians
To the psychos and fanatics

And maybe a bit more in the evening