12=3 (Here Come The Doctors) Ima Robot

Twelve equals three!
A line wrapped around a string
Girls in the classroom
Concentrate, boy!
A line around gravity
Spiritual and visual
Corrosion in humanity
The mathematics of love
And the science of sanity

Living it up in the atmosphere
Nobody dies if nobody's here

Kiss me goodbye, for the doctors are coming
We all know why
Because I wasn't born
Here we go again
As time passes by here
We don't live a lie here
We're all going to die in the end

Standing on the corner
Holes in my shirt
Girls drivin' by
Oh come here, don't flirt
'Cause Jesus never had a girlfriend
I don't want one either
And I don't want the people
Knowing that I've been smoking either
I've been thinking about science
In my spare time
I've been thinking about the reason to the rhyme, heck yea