Fredrik Andersson - The Good Professor lyrics

Now he's done with the paper Proving that luck is the downfall of freebirds Now seeing to his alm check From the tribune pays his lunch at the faculty First they seized the red alliance Then the merchant trading science Then the kosher band of brothers And nobody was left to Call out when they came to me Now clutched in his hand Keys to the vault storing wildlife and matters Wild acres are blooming By his wand till he's done and retired First they seized the red alliance Then the merchant trading science Then the kosher band of brothers And nobody was left to Call out when they came to me Only men of high forseeing Drag their missions off from the scene Silently one straining his seed One dollar for your truth One million for the warding men of no redemption Only relying on good intention Of the professor's longed for invention Only those who can forsee What he is quering live on the scene Led by the high-end moral of greed One dollar for your truth One million for to silent the oath of the professor Violent the breach of his oppressor Loud is the preacher, wild is the dreamer's vow