Songtext von Scientists

You should have made me a drunkard Should have made me a liar Made me a preacher With a head full of fire You could have made me a gambler Could have made me a thief Made me salesman Pockets full of receipts But I chose water over wine Jars of formaldehyde I think of all the things I missed Why'd you make me a scientist? Is this the best you've got? I'm not impressed Anything you can do I'll equate and project