Alchemy Songtext
Outdated claims of outmoded technologies.
It's all just bad poetry to me.
I'll plagiarize the brochures,
Submit it with my resume.
These are my qualifications,
My claim to fame:
I invented a new brain chemistry.
The ratios are wrong but have you heard the hit song?
The machine just drones on and on,
Obliterating everything worth doing.
Outdated claims outdating me.
A moment on the lips,
A lifetime on the hips.
A piece of grease on a wheel is easily cleared.
The wheels resume the wheel's reume.
I'm wiped away.