Please guys, stop trying to understand
All these new trips have to be planned
And each new law you ‘discover’
Makes us have to create yet another
Cos when I first made an action, the reaction, put me in traction
I couldn’t contain the rules, or maintain the scores
Instantly out-foxed, by a Pandora’s box…
Of re-legislating my fundamental flaws
For Pythagoras, I made special shapes
I gave Euclid some new numbers, to set free
But Newton and Einstein, was just pushing it for me
Just when I thought I was winning
I find there’s more onion skinning
So I hid it ALL… in a mist, of uncertainty