He's keeping busy, yeah
He's bleeding stones
With his machinations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice 
That says that we're all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had 
Only good intentions when he
Put his Bunsen burners all away
And turning to a playground in a Petri dish
Where single cells would swing their fists 
At anything that looks like easy prey

In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say
We were all basically alone

And despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness 
Is just a case of mitosis
And why do some show no mercy 
While others are painfully shy?
Tell me doctor, can you quantify?
He just wants to know the reason why
The reason why?

Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores 
And let the wind just carry them away?
How can kids be so mean?
Our famous doctor tried to glean 
As he went home at the end of the day

In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say
We were all basically alone

Despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness 
Is just a case of mitosis
Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis
And why do some show no mercy 
While others are painfully shy?
Tell me doctor, can you quantify?
The reason why?