This is a song about "Solids liquids and gasses"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And once i'm dead and gone

Haven't seen the world in so long

Flamboyant screeches at the fear of the unnatural gasses

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

Living young and wild and free

What them tippers don't see

And never should you tear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

A military mind mean money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron