Facts are flowing out like endless rain 'cause I just make them up
I blither wildly as I make my claims about the universe
Tiny shards of broken logic fall to pieces all around me --
Frightening, not enlightening me...
Like a ruuu-ude sales...man... omm...
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
My thoughts are tangled like a hopeless mess, I don't know what I mean
And so I say whatever comes to mind about the universe
Fools will follow anyone who tells them they're superior
And so I tell them what they want to hear about the universe
Like a ruuu-ude sales...man... omm...
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
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Never mind that bronze-age herdsmen didn't know a thing
beyond the patch of land on which they lived
much less about the universe
Never mind that how the Bible says we should behave
is quite obsessively, oppressing me...
Never mind those scientists who look at evidence - the answers
are in Genesis and what it says about the universe
Like a ruuu-ude sales...man... omm...
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Nothing's gonna change my mind
Like a ruuu-ude sales...man
Like a ruuu-ude sales...man
Like a ruuu-ude sales...man
Like a ruuu-ude sales...man
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