[Verse 1]
The sun is a miasma
Of incandescent plasma
The sun's not simply made out of gas, no, no, no
The sun is a quagmire
It's not made of fire
Forget what you've been told in the past

[Chorus]
(Plasma) Electrons are free
(Plasma) A fourth state of matter
Not gas, not liquid, not solid

[Verse 2]
The sun is no red dwarf
I hope it never morphs
Into a supernova'd collapsed orb, orb, orb, orb
The sun is a miasma
Of incandescent plasma
I forget what I was told by myself-elf-elf-elf

[Chorus]
(Plasma) Electrons are free
(Plasma) A fourth state of matter
Not gas, not liquid, not solid
(Plasma) Forget that song
(Plasma) They got it wrong
That thesis has been rendered invalid