The sun is a miasma of incandescent plasma
The sun's not simply made out of gas, no, no, no
The sun is a quagmire, it's not made of fire
Forget what you've been told in the past
(Plasma)
Electrons are free
(Plasma)
A fourth state of matter
Not gas, not liquid, not solid
The sun is no red dwarf, I hope it never morphs
Into a supernova'd collapsed orb, orb, orb, orb
The sun is a miasma of incandescent plasma
I forget what I was told by myself-elf-elf-elf
(Plasma)
Electrons are free
(Plasma)
A fourth state of matter
Not gas, not liquid, not solid
(Plasma)
Forget that song
(Plasma)
They got it wrong
That thesis has been rendered invalid