Song Description

Power tripping academic in Behavioral Science.

Lyrics

I earn a more than measly keep in Behavioral Science
I can explain the human lust for death and violence
When I administer my of tests
With electrodes on subjects' chests
The way they twitch is a window into their brains

The Lab's home to quite a cast of whores and liars
The passers-by mistake these sounds for screeching tires
Because when they get an answer wrong,
Their voices sing a howling song
And I feel the rising heat of a Bunson flame

I'd put some paltry paltry odds on the chance that I love
I cover my hands and my heart in a rubber glove
Don't kiss my thin pink lips
I got blood on my fingertips
From the little white mice I keep in a cage

While others stroll these halls in olive drab
Smoke pours from the sheet-metal doors that lead to my Lab
Don't expect to see my findings in popular journals
I keep all my kernels of wisdom well hid
Let the world sing praise to my nemesis, Dr. Duran
From my vantage I see these events unfold in my plan
When I hold my conference he'll come and expect an ovation
I'll watch him bleed perspiration when he's strapped to my chair

And when I'm gone, gone, gone and done with my trials
Keep a few of my living cells in jars and vials
Replicate me there and then
Into my government-funded den
And let the ill of the world know that I'm back in the Lab