Amphetameanies Copernicus
Hey Copernicus
Will you take my hand, help me understand
That the world rotates at a constant rate
But not round me, not round me
Hey Copernicus
Is it really fact, that the world’s not flat?
And if that’s the case, if I walk for days
Will I end up here, end up here?
Aye, right!
Hey Schrödinger
Did your cat survive, to leave the box alive?
This uncertainty really bothers me
Should a principle be so cruel?
When, finally
It’s goodnight from him, and goodnight from me
And the bouncer shouts “drink yir drinks get out!”
Are we going home, going home?
Decision time!
