歌词
Pray hard like a pious pope but hope for no diamonds
If some divine simon spoke
Or came down to find us
Caught here in our lab coats
But without a science would we see light
Oh I might decide
While I'm alive I'll feel alive
And what's next I guess I'll know when I've gotten there
Am I careful til past dull
Will be is or has been
Hope I'm waxing as in half full
Lit wick candles lasting
Born lonesome bald and bashful
With a nastinatti accent
On the east side
Oh I can decide
While I'm alive I'll feel alive
And what's next I guess I'll know when I've
Gotten there