I met you in biology in high school
You told me after college we'd be wed
You were my favorite lab partner
Till you ran off with that brilliant young pre-med
My pain would show up on a cat-scan
My optic nerves are only seeing blue
My blood hates to flow
Because it has to go
Through the four-chambered heart that cries for you
I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
And my pheremones can find no trace of you
You were as sweet as crystalline carbohydrates
The rods and cones in my optical receptors are filled with tears
I wanted to elope
So we could make some isotopes
With a half-life of a million thousand years
If I suspended my trachial dilations till you returned here
My muscles would need ATP anarobic respiration
Adenine, cidozine, guanine, and thianine
Might make up my DNA
But my love gene must be missin' from its station
I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
And my pheremones can find no trace of you
The metallurgist is the musicians best friend. This statement
has been echoed throughout the ages, for without the metallurgist, we
could not have such musical things as triangles, cymbals, margerine
tubs, or guitar strings. Guitar strings are produced by the
wire-drawing process, where solid metal is pulled through dies with
progressively smaller diameters, until the desired diameter, or guage,
is reached. The ability to be drawn into wires is called ductility,
and seperates metals from other materials, such as wood, ceramics, or
plastic milk jugs, which are made by the blow-molding process. You
put the milk in later.
I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
And my pheremones can find no trace of you
I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts
I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart
I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue
And my pheremones can find no trace of you
And my pheremones can find no trace of you
U stands for uranium. There are several isotopes of uranium,
three of which are radioactive.
