Sentimental Physics

I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher He said "We're going off to war" I heard a ghost whisper to a preacher He said "We're going to start a war" A newsman put a paper in my hand, telling me his truth Jesus and The Scientist will never reconcile this We're pieces on, we're pieces on the board When you're lonely, you can fine me When you're feeling lost in a bidding war When you're lonely, you can come fine me When you're feeling lost in a bidding war Guns and Lawyers, Gods and Aeroplanes Promises, white cloaks, white jackets I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher He said "We're gonna start a war"