Lyrics
[Verse 1]
In a lab coat, goggles on tight
Mixing potions through the night
Got equations in my brain
Cause chaos, it's my game
[Verse 2]
Across the stage, in a gown of gold
Opera singer, stories untold
High notes soaring to the sky
Captivating hearts, never asking why
[Chorus]
Scientists and opera singers
Strange bedfellows, but who lingers?
In the lab or on the stage
We're all rebels, breaking the cage
[Verse 3]
With test tubes and microscopes
We'll rock the world, give it hope
While she hits that high C
We'll smash stereotypes with glee
[Verse 4]
Experimenting with sound and soul
Pushing boundaries, taking control
From the lab bench to the spotlight glare
We're the punk rockers, a wild pair
[Chorus]
Scientists and opera singers
Outcasts, but who lingers?
In the lab or on the stage
We're the misfits, setting the rage
[Bridge]
Let's mix chemicals with arias
And break down walls, hysteria
With punk attitude and operatic flair
We'll show the world we just don't care
[Outro]
Scientists and opera singers
Living life with fiery fingers
In the lab or on the stage
We're the rebels, setting the rage!
[Verse 1]
In this realm of fame and gold,
Musicians play, their stories told.
Strumming strings and pounding beats,
Yet the riches they crave, so fleet.
[Verse 2]
Labels count their coffers high,
While artists struggle, wonder why.
Contracts tight, a relentless grip,
Creativity squeezed, a sinking ship.
[Chorus]
Oh, the melody weavers, poets profound,
Their pockets lighter, as bills astound.
In this glitzy world of acclaim,
Money flows, but not to their name.
[Verse 3]
Pennies trickle from streams online,
Yet the cost of life, an endless climb.
Artists hustle, through day and night,
But rewards seem elusive, out of sight.
[Bridge]
Yet they sing, they play, they rise,
For music's love, they reach the skies.
Passion's flame, a beacon bright,
In the depths of night, their might.
[Outro]
Here's to the musicians, souls pure,
Their value beyond what's in store.
In their music, riches unfold,
In resonating notes, hearts behold.
[Verse 3]
Pennies trickle from streams online,
Yet the cost of life, an endless climb.
Artists hustle, through day and night,
But rewards seem elusive, out of sight.
[Bridge]
Yet they sing, they play, they rise,
For music's love, they reach the skies.
Passion's flame, a beacon bright,
In the depths of night, their might.
[Outro]
Here's to the musicians, souls pure,
Their value is beyond what's in store.
In their music, riches unfold,
In resonating notes, hearts behold.
