To the tune of Folsom Prison Blues
(I was still working in Icahn when I wrote this).
I hear the shuttle comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Icahn prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that shuttle keeps rollin', on down to Old Nassau...
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever go to Princeton,
But I shot a man in Guyot just to watch him die
When I hear that timer beeping, I grab my pipet and cry...
I bet there's PIs eatin' on that fancy Nassau street
They're probably drinkin' coffee, and reading JCB
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be freed
But my cloning keeps a failin'
And that's what tortures me.
Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that PhD was mine
I bet I'd move on a little farther down the line
Far from Icahn prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome timer, beep my blues away.
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