It's Friday evening about seven o'clock
Like ev'ry day he's going downstairs
To his lab in the cellar
To work on his preparations
He takes samples one by one and investigates
Small parts of the bodies under the Microscope
And cuts.
And cuts.
The scalpel reflects the night lamp light
The scalpel reflects the night...
HE WANNA LOOK IN THE INSIDE OF THE PROBLEM
What is the root of the thing
What is origin of all?
Who are those stuffing advertising into our heads?
Why is he a sexual maniac and she can never find her true love?
Why the political bastard always has money and a job?
Why does this rock star overdose?
Why do people dream about better times? Maybe after 98' (haha!)
And what about that fuckin' sign above L.A.?
Hey you, are the people really worth it?
He'll find out. He's a good man of science.
Puts little brains under the microscope
Investigates.
Investigates.
He's really a good man of science
He's really a good man of...
And then he pins tiny living bodies
Bodies to the bottom of a box
No, it's not murderlettes, that's science
And science is painful sometimes.
HE WANNA LOOK IN THE INSIDE OF THE PROBLEM...
