Cerian Cantwr |
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There are those who crave great danger - Dare to dance the razor’s edge. They would rather ride the thunder, Walk a tightrope or a ledge. If a life that’s lived too safely Makes you wish that you were dead. Think the army life’s too timid? Be an alchemist instead. chorus: We turn base metals into gold, Experiment with salts and mold - A life exciting as can be, The mystic art of alchemy. We grind up powder oh so fine, Mix arsenic with iodine, Then add some sulfur to a cup, And BOOM, we find ourselves blown up. verse 2: Now many may disparage us And think us bloody fools. It’s true that actuarials Place us in high risk pools. A house roof is transitory - Up it blows, then down it falls. You will truly be successful, When you blow out all four walls. verse 3: In colleges of alchemists the buildings will get wrecked. Detonations bang together In a Doppler effect. Through the course of each semester, The explosions make a tune. You can sometimes set your sundial By the phases of the boom. Ending Tag: By the phases of the boom. By the phases of the boom. You can sometimes set your sundial By the phases of the boom. © 2017 Charles Grab |
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