And, here's the second half of the lyrics. Same chords as the first half.
Doctor Synapse
Is his foe
He's master of the under handed deed
Doctor Synapse
Doles out woe
Based on his standard issue anti-moral creed
He can move
Things with his mind
Like the giant rubber band ball; his M.O.
When you're criminally insane that's how role
He can bend
People's thoughts
But, don't blame him for your parking ticket fine
He doesn't care about petty little crime
Well his cool demeanor will crack
When the Beer-man's on his track
Cause, that hero doesn't slack
In the darkness, in the moonlight, he does fight
All those standing on the wrong side of what's right
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