The Centrifuge Has Lost Its Mind
Take B ramps up the tempo to 152 BPM with raucous brass and joyful gang vocals.
The stories behind The Centrifuge Has Lost Its Mind
- Balkan Horns and Polka Rhythms in the Pathology Lab — Take B ramps up the tempo to 152 BPM with raucous brass and joyful gang vocals.
- Restoring Balance to the Screaming Lab Centrifuge — A runaway laboratory rotor turns a routine service call into a high-energy mechanical showdown.
Lyrics
The Centrifuge has lost its mind,
grab the wrenches!
Laboratory shakin' like an earthquake hit
Six thousand RPM and it won't stop a bit
Blood bags spinnin' like a carousel while
Test tubes screenin' like a temper tantrum child
Dragon grabs the breaker,
Milan grabs the spanner
Running in the room in a military manner
The rotor is wobbling, the boats start to scream
Turn this disaster to a victory dream
One gram off on the balance weight
Fix it now before it is too late
Tuba goes boom, boom
Trumpets go hey, hey
We're gonna make this machine all make
Hopa, va, campeon Dance on the floor
We fix up the motor and ask for some more
Wrenches are clashing, the trumpets ignite
Centrifuge spinning, it's spinning so right
Hop, hop, hop, balance the wheel
Nothing can conquer our spirit and steel
Chivalry Chips!
Flapped on the counterweight, dialed in the gauge
Tamed down the monster and silenced its rage
Now she runs smooth as a river of wine
Every plasma unit separated fine
The head nurse is laughing, pouring out sliver beats
It's Biomed, boys, just delivered the goods
Please account day, we thrive in the storm
Keeping the hospital running and warm
Play the brass louder, shake down the ceiling
This is the rhythm of copper and healing
Pop a ball can be a ball, dance on the floor
We fix up the motor and ask for some more
The wrenches are clashing, the trumpets ignite
Centrifuge spinning and spinning so right
Hop, hop, hop, balance the wheel
Nothing can conquer our spirit and steel
Loader! Balanced!
ROTOR BALANCED!
OPA!
