When I was just a kid
I used to wake up at the crack of dawn just to see
What great wonders life might throw in front of me
Endless possibilities,
A world containing books,
Gods like Einstein and Sir William Crookes!
Now it seems those eager days have gone and left me in the past
In this fucked-up neo-Catholic pseudo-Wonderland
How long can passion last?
Still, I've always thought
Maybe I ought
To be an engineer
So hit that drum again, Richard Feynman
Let those little grains of sand fall into alignment
And then you'll see
Made real to me
That what you can't create,
You'll never understand
You'd've drawn path integrals
And the strippers afterwards
But you never lost that primal curiosity
Despite all the counteractions of the world
So hit that drum again, Richard Feynman
Let those little grains of sand fall into alignment
And then you'll see
Made real to me
That what you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You'll never understand
What you can't create,
You're never gonna understand

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