Forging golden bars from lead
The light of Venus on your head
And the side effects of
And the side effects of
Drinking all that mercury
In the seventeenth century
Natural philosopher
You dig up bones
You're throwing stones
Off the highest bridge
All our actions fixed
By equations drawn from principles
Making all those apples fall
We don't have a clue
But it's science so it's true
Natural philosopher
You dig up bones
You're throwing stones
Of the highest bridge
All our actions fixed
By the rules that make the cosmos run
Swinging earth around the sun
Peering through a telescope
See Saturn's rings throwing shadows
But still I have a fear so old
Of falling of the edge of the world
Falling of the edge of the world
We don't have clue
That is what we learned from you
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