Scientists Songtext

You should have made me a drunkard
Should have made me a liar
Made me a preacher
With a head full of fire

You could have made me a gambler
Could have made me a thief
Made me salesman
Pockets full of receipts

But I chose water over wine
Jars of formaldehyde
I think of all the things I missed
Why'd you make me a scientist?

Is this the best you've got?
I'm not impressed
Anything you can do
I'll equate and project
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