She cant be well...
She's got the look of pots left out
Strange left over browns and greens
Seeping from her lids in streams
Oh no!

This cant be right.
Uh oh
This can't be right
Uh oh
This can't be right
Uh oh (x3)

This can't be right (this can't be right)
She's been leaking from her pores all night (this can't be right)
Off whites and yellows and in betweens (this can't be right)
Like a kettle hot, about to steam
And oh, I grow quite confused
Without a map or drawn instructions, whats a man to do, ya know?
She's just a mess
Like something you might find growing off of something you would never touch
Without goggles or a mask

Well Dr. she's not looking well (she looks like hell)
Quite frankly sir she looks like hell (uh oh)
And I must confess,
I'm no doctor and I'd like to wash my hands of this entire mess

Oh this virus!
How cute, it likes us!
It's sweet, and it gets inside us!
We move just like it wants us to
Swell and stink and pulse and ooze (x2)

No, I bet this makes sense to the physicist
To me it's a whole lot of nonsense
X's and Y's and the whole lack there of
Me and Mr. science are about to square off
In a cage in an old fashioned bout of fisticuffs

Well if we must
Talk of science and human life
I'll pose my queries say what I know
And sir, we'll both be up all night

Can't make sex with out a chemistry set
Well if it has seven ears then it might be inbred
Relations between man and beast are strictly forbidden!
I'm only hearing from five ears, but it seems to make sense
Can't make love if its not in proper time
If it has 7 legs well it's not one of mine
Relations between mind and body just cause the eyes to strain
Trying to make sense of signs that point to lasting pain
You can't fight biology

She tries to get up from her bed
The sheets are sticking to her skin
And we can't tell her that
She's turning into something new
An unclassified new breed of goo
She looks like hell and...
We want to help, but will not touch
Her closest friends they lose their lunch
And we can't help her
We can't help her now

Oh, this virus!
How cute! Well it likes us!
It's sweet and it gets inside us!
We move just like it wants us to
Swell and stink and pulse and ooze (x4)

You can't fight biology! (x2)

It makes sense to a physicist
And to a biologist
Not to a comic book enthusiast
It makes sense to a scientist
And to an biologist
Not to a scientologist
It makes sense to a scientist
But I get none of this
No, I get none of this, none of this
It makes sense to a scientist
But I get none of this
No, I get none of this
I'm getting none of this...


Lyrics submitted by tehbrando, edited by nytemunkey2

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