作曲 :  
His  keeping  busy,yeah  he's  bleeding  stones,
With  his  machinations  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  all  basically  alone
Poor  Professor  Pynchon  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
On  this  nature  show  that  rages  every  day  it  was  bound,a  part  his  intuition
To  say  we  were  all  basically  alone
And  despite  what  all  his  studies  had  shown
What  was  mistaken  for  closeness  was  just  a  case  for  mitosis
Weighed  deception  or  mercy
Where  others  train  for  the  show
and  tell  me  doctor  can  quantify
he  just  wants  to  know  the  reason,the  reason  why
Why  do  they  congregate  in  groups  of  four
And  let  the  wind  just  carry  them  away?
How  can  kids  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  his  intuition,Say
we  were  all  basically  all  alone
Despite  what  all  his  studies  had  shown
What  was  mistaken  for  closeness  was  just  a  case  for  mitosis
She  fatal  doses,malcontent  to  osmosis
Weighed  deception  or  mercy
Where  others  are  paying  for  the  shot
Well  tell  me  doctor  can  you  pull  my  file
reason  why