Lonely Lab of Broken Hearts

I met you in biology in high school

You told me after college we'd be wed

You were my favorite lab partner

Till you ran off with that brilliant young pre-med

My pain would show up on a cat-scan

My optic nerves are only seeing blue

My blood hates to flow

Because it has to go

Through the four-chambered heart that cries for you

I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts

I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart

I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue

And my pheremones can find no trace of you

You were as sweet as crystalline carbohydrates

The rods and cones in my optical receptors are filled with tears

I wanted to elope

So we could make some isotopes

With a half-life of a million thousand years

If I suspended my trachial dilations till you returned here

My muscles would need atipianarobic respiration

Adenine, cidozine, guanine, and thianine

Might make up my DNA

But my love gene must be missin' from its station

I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts

I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart

I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue

And my pheremones can find no trace of you

The metallurgist is the musicians best friend. This statement

has been echoed throughout the ages, for without the metallurgist, we

could not have such musical things as triangles, cymbals, margerine

tubs, or guitar strings. Guitar strings are produced by the

wire-drawing process, where solid metal is pulled through dies with

progressively smaller diameters, until the desired diameter, or guage,

is reached. The ability to be drawn into wires is called ductility,

and seperates metals from other materials, such as wood, ceramics, or

plastic milk jugs, which are made by the blow-molding process. You

put the milk in later.

I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts

I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart

I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue

And my pheremones can find no trace of you

I'm in the lonely lab of broken hearts

I dissect the way you say goodbye until it falls apart

I'm in the lonely lab of feelin' blue

And my pheremones can find no trace of you

And my pheremones can find no trace of you

U stands for uranium. There are several isotopes of uranium, three of

which are radioactive.