Songwriters: John C Flansburgh, John Linnell The sun is a miasma of incandescent plasma The sun's not simply made out of gas, no, no, no The sun is a quagmire, it's not made of fire Forget what you've been told in the past
(Plasma) Electrons are free (Plasma) A fourth state of matter Not gas, not liquid, not solid
The sun is no red dwarf, I hope it never morphs Into a supernova'd collapsed orb, orb, orb, orb The sun is a miasma of incandescent plasma I forget what I was told by myself-elf-elf-elf
(Plasma) Electrons are free (Plasma) A fourth state of matter Not gas, not liquid, not solid
(Plasma) Forget that song (Plasma) They got it wrong That thesis has been rendered invalid