Song Lyric: "In The Interest of Sciencé"

In The Interest of Sciencé

In the interest of sciencé
She became my fiancé
Her name was Béyoncé
And she acted real fancy

An igloo isn’t a dome
Oh, Rome is not in Rome
Shiny metal isn’t chrome
And a house is not a home
When you’re sleeping in a dark and windy barn

I knew I was doomed subsequently
As troubling winds blew more frequently
My worries increased incrementally
Causing my downfall consequentially

A tent is not content
When you’re shelling out the rent
It isn’t what you meant
When she got up and went
And left you sleeping on cement all alone

The wind and rain became torrential
Just as my wife became abstential
That’s why I am so confidential
Like smelling a smell that’s a stench, y’all

A stall is not at all
Like a display down at the mall
And summer feels like fall
Because she will never call
On the unpaid phone upon the wall

An igloo isn’t a dome
Oh, Rome is not in Rome
Shiny metal isn’t chrome
And a house is not a home
When you’re sleeping in a dark and windy barn


I would like to thank everyone for singing along to this dark and windy song. When I process it through my brain, it sounds really good, like something by Hasil Adkins.