The sun circles round the Earth. The best fuel to burn is wood.
Lines must be in proportion for a painting to be good.
Tell that to Copernicus or to the guy who made coal glow
You’ll be sure to get a laugh out of Vincent Willem Van Gogh
But of course coal’s the best, and there’s no way to sail round the world
Tell Magellan, or Dr. Hahn the day his first reactor swirled
But here we are today, everything’s as good as it will be
We’ve finally figured it all out? Is that what you’re telling me?
You can’t fly through the stars or travel back through time
We can’t teleport, or shift the paradigm
There really is no way to do these crazy things anyhow
I’d love to jump a bit ahead just to see who’s laughing now