I think there's something wrong with me.
I may suffer from insanity.
But that hasn't stopped me yet
From playing with my chemist set.
Someday I'll learn what all these labels mean.
You may think that I'm irresponsible
But it doesn't really matter now.
When the world's all fallen to hell
And the human race ain't doing so well
You know exactly who they'll blame...
On the guy who thought it'd be fun
To pass a potion off to someone
That made the poor guy crave the taste of brains
I got a new shipment today:
A bunch of chemicals with impressive names.
I'm not quite sure what they do
So I'll have to test them out on you.
I really wish you'd stop trying to run away.
I got my patient locked inside a cage.
He hasn't touched his food all day.
The only time he ever talked
He said he was going to rip my head off.
I'm starting to wonder if he's really okay.
So just blame the scientist.
Just blame the scientist.
Just blame the scientist now...
My patient said he was so hungry.
I thought I'd be nice and let him free.
That idea proved kind of dumb
But how could I know that when we were done
He would go on a massive killing spree?