the science was wrong
back in the day, in the school books we found
moons have their phases, and apples fall to ground
stories were told, of the battles once fought
for the freedom of men, and the freedom of thought
words could be spoken, in truth and in fact
and the science awoken, to prove it exact
we asked one hundred people, and our survey said
mind the science books, don’t fall on your head
if you say they’re wrong, then show us why
but you need to prove it, and verify
they’ll re-write the books, if the science shows
falling apples won’t hit you on the nose
boys can be girls, n’ the girls can be cats
the cats can be mice, the mice can be rats
the rats ain’t read, what the Scientists wrote
they too busy gnawing, got it stuck in their throat
but they won’t choke, they’ll just throw it up
in the scientist’s face, when it’s time to shut up
the science was wrong, yeah, or so they’ll say
of the mice and the men, and the rats of today
and’ you got no choice, ‘bout what you can speak
less’ you’re a rat, or a sheep, you’ll be cancelled next week yes, they’ll cancel you out, just by saying you’re wrong
and there there’s no way back, til you bleat their song
dare you challenge, cos’ they’ll be offended
say it in public, you’ll be suspended
the rats will hunt you, put you in the stocks
stone you with apples, while the woke world mocks
‘though your defence will prove your position
it’ll fall on the ears of those who won’t listen
for the only truths are the ones they spout
and the science books ain’t worth talking about
no matter what was shown or fully proved
all logical science has been removed, so that
Piers can be penguins, who the mice will tease
Ricky’s got their number, it’s a social disease
These lyrics are about...considering whether apples can really fall upwards! wm.
the gravity so heavy, it will pull you down
Einstein so unsteady, in foe an’ in frown
and the moons and their phases, are all out of kilter and the looks on their faces, if only they could speak, yeah they’d talk to the stars, and they’d speak to the sun they’d tell ‘em ‘bout the rats, and they’d teach em’ to run n’ to go home early, cos’ there’s no more to say
and the apples fall upwards anyway
we asked one hundred people, and our survey said beware the science books, cos’ they is all dead
their science is wrong, though we got no proof
i’m just telling you i’m right, so it must be the truth
