Two dudes on the scene
Tattoos of machines
Mixing Diet RC with a fifth of
Jim Beam
Jim's a cool name
But when I say "Bryan"
The ladies line up
With my code compilin'
'Cause the letters that I use
To write my name out
Are cooler than the booze
Flowin' out of the spout
I disbelieve
The rhymes you weave
Enjoy a reprieve
'Cause here's how it's gonna...
B-R-I-A-N
You spell that all messed up
When the chorus comes
You can try it again
B-R-Y-A-N
Why's it got a Y
When the I I got is better by times ten
B-R-I-A-N
You spell that all messed up
When the chorus comes
You can try it again
B-R-Y-A-N
Why's it got a Y
When the I I got is better by millions
Two syllables and three consonants
And the vowels I empower
Make lots of sense
An I and then an A
Is the one and only way
That I'll ever recognize
The spelling of the name
That's heresy
Total blasphemy
The absence of a Y is a catastrophe
Y is a vowel and consonant
Y is the letter that pays my rent
No police
Or this underwater beast
Gets both beheaded and filleted
I’ve got no idea
Who this fishy mistress is
But such is the trap I’ve laid
Your family’s captured, too
But they’ve got less to do
Than this random chick of the sea
You beat me in round one
But this is round two
And you’ll never make it to round three
Unless there’s
A yo-yo strike to take down a gangster
A snake fight, so take up the slingshot
A solo mission with no eskimo accolades
‘Til the way is clear
Save dat mermaid
Can’t find the vine down which I’m ‘sposed to climb
I have a hammer, but only on the inside
Tests of strength and of mind all serve to hide the way
But the goal is clear
Save dat mermaid
No need to be afeared
I’ll rescue you
With my scuba gear
And that cool spear shooting gun
I’m staying overnight at the Radisson
Everyone will cheer
When I rescue you with my scuba gear
You’ll be one rescued ass mermaid
And I’ll be wearing scuba gear
A yo-yo strike to take down a gangster
A snake fight, so take up the slingshot
A solo mission with no eskimo accolades
‘Til the way is clear
Save dat mermaid
Can’t find the vine down which I’m ‘sposed to climb
I have a hammer, but only on the inside
Tests of strength and of mind all serve to hide the way
But the goal is clear
Save dat mermaid
A yo-yo strike to take down a gangster
A fuckin’ snake, so boomerang the blindspot
A solo mission with no eskimo accolades
‘Til the way is clear
Save dat mermaid
Can’t find the vine down which I’m ‘sposed to climb
Slappin’ old men because it makes me feel fine
Tests of strength and of mind all serve to hide the way
But the goal is clear
Save dat mermaid
Ego Likeness was gonna stay at my place
I like those guys a lot
And their music is ace
Donna has a voice from outer space
And Steven has a cool beard on his face
But Dave called up
And this is what he said
"Bella Morte is crashing with you guys instead"
The band came over
And they were super cool guys
But one of them was slated for a surprise
He plays guitar for Bella Morte
And his name is Tony Lechmanski
At night I put on a Star Trek uniform
And watch the man sleep
Okay, that only happened once
‘Cause he was only at my place one time
But Tony, you’re welcome whenever
I’ll read you fan fic about Seven of Nine
He looked so precious
When he was alseep
Like a little punk rock angel
Or an itty bitty tribble
Or a baby gorn
Or a Jesus in a manger
At one point in the night
He opened his eyes
And I thought he was gonna get mean
But I just backed into my room
And whispered "This is all a dream"
He plays guitar for Bella Morte
And his name is Tony Lechmanski
At night I put on a Star Trek uniform
And watch the man sleep
Okay, that only happened once
‘Cause he was only at my place one time
But Tony, you’re welcome whenever
We’ll write fan fic about Optimus Prime
Drunk cuts are cuts
That you get on your hands
When you are all inebriated
They go unnoticed
Until the next morning
When's intoxication's abated
You might have tripped up some stairs
Or taken a spill
Or tried to open bottles you thought were twist-off
Or broken some glass
Or bitten a hangnail
Or punched a door because you were pissed off
Drunk cuts
Drunk cuts are cuts
You also get on your legs
If you've fallen down and scrapped up a knee
Or you might get drunk cuts
If you fall off the hood
Of the car on which you were taking a pee
Or your flesh might get seared
With demonic messages
That happens sometimes when you're possessed
And you might nick yourself
While you're stabbing a cocktease
Some 37 times in the chest
We were fighting some trolls
In the warrens below
Getting close to our goal
As far as I know
My dude fails a roll
And it knocks him prone
No standards, moves or minors
I was totally boned
It was a critical hit
From some little minimal shit
When I heard those little dice click
I threw a bit of a fit
Instead of a saving throw
Instead of a glancing blow
No medical skills in tow
I let my character go
My guy died
The coup de grace came up
On the 20th side
Crit
He had
11 strength
13 con
16 dex
11 int
9 wisdom
23 charisma
I play a minotaur now
My guy died
The coup de grace came up
On the 20th side
My guy died
No death save modifiers
Could be applied
My guy died
That human saving throw bonus
Couldn’t save me this time
This wand in my hand
In this mystical land
Enchant & distract
A draconic attack
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
Time to cast a magic spell
On a chest
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
Hunting down thieves
And ladies in leaves
Portals & runes
Ice arrow harpoons
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
Time to cast a magic spell
On a chest
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
I’ve got magic skills
All the way from here to Budapest
You have found the hawk’s claw
On a quest
I'm out here getting wild like a wild baboon
Always throwing office parties in the filing room
I got a shoebox of receipts from the jet ski place
'Cause i rent jet skis like every day
Gettin' crazy all night long
In gothic clubs
Pickin' daisies with these throngs
Of panda cubs
Kevin Spacey used some tongs
In a British pub
'Cause his steak was well done
And too hot to pick up
Guilty of wildness
Guilty of acts
Guilty of wild
NES acts
[whatever the hell xero is saying]
Wild to the max with wildness acts
I was experimented on by the government
They tried to turn me into a rubber gent
A rubber gent's a dude who's hella dapper
And can bend in weird ways like he's made of plastic
I'm always back stage at festivals
Getting bonkers with the bands and special guestivals
I prefer my pizza with vegetables
I got like three brain cells left inside my skull
You make a mix tape, you put the best song first
And the guy who wins the race is the one who comes in first
Even though we may not be known as well
We’re still the first band to play Resistanz Festival
We’re number one
You rent some videos, you watch the best one first
And picking kickball teams, you pick the best guy first
The Gothsicles are opening on the first night
Or late afternoon, to be technically right
Montreal's got a free for all
In the form of an EBM festival
With terror noise and power noise
And a night of old skool industrial
With food and booze and alcohol
And their beer selection is the best of all
But it looks like someone dropped the ball
'Cause this year's got The Gothsicles
Holy shit,
We're playing Kinetik
(That doesn't rhyme)
Holy shit,
We're playing Kinetik
(With Edgey, Hocico and Dive)
Vasi from Reaper thinks I look like Kurt Russell
Which I don't really get 'cause i don't look like like Kurt Russell
But I do smack hella suckers upside their face
I got hella bad gas, but I start the party in this place
Holy shit,
We're playing Kinetik
(That doesn't rhyme)
Holy shit,
We're playing Kinetik
(With Caustic, Combichrist and Dive)
Holy shit,
We're playing Kinetik
(Still doesn't rhyme)
Holy shit,
We're playing Kinetik
(With Memmaker, ADR and Dive)
I like getting wild with the occasional beer
And fly on pure grain alcohol like the Rocketeer
But then my wing man
Was taken down at random
I drink up all the Hennessey
Ya got on ya shelf
But I don't wanna do that shit all by myself
'Cause what I'm here to celebrate
Has to happen in tandem
So,
Jim,
Let me know when you can drink again
'Cause we'll take it to the brink again
Extreme party stylezz
Jim,
Let me know when you can drink again
'Cause we'll take it to the brink again
Party stylezz for miles
We'll barhop Pittsburgh 'til Monday comes
Drinkin' gin and beer and Everclear and vodka and rum
And hey, since you're back on you're feet, I'll pick up the tab
And when i am sufficiently in party mode
I'll ask you some questions i've been wanting to know
Like why the fuck your band shirt has some chick getting stabbed
Party styles in this place
Party styles in this time
It's our designated weeknight
Or weekend if you roll that way
I brought a couple a' beers
But save like six for me, okay?
'Cause like an adult swim
I'm always out of the pool
I got an academic hunting ground
'Cause I'm always getting schooled
I've got a history
Of playing inadmissibly
To any tournament I see
'Cause I get killed by Chimerstry
You're thinking moves ahead
I'm struggling with card text
And trying to determine
The effects of Rötshreck
It's got great group dynamics
And that keeps me coming back
Even though all I'm good at
Is the pre-game talking smack
I'll threaten you
With my brand new
Inner Circle Toreador
Then watch you pound me into the ground
With cards from '94
I've got a history
Of playing inadmissibly
To any tournament I see
'Cause I get killed by progeny
You're thinking moves ahead
I'm struggling with card text
And trying to determine
Rötshreck's effects
I've got a history
Of playing inadmissibly
At every tournament I see
'Cause I get killed by Thaumaturgy
You're thinking moves ahead
I'm struggling with card text
And wondering what horrid combo
You'll throw at me next
Subterranean
Exterminator
I'm witnessing you destroy
Low-res
Low-lives
With the brutal means that you employ
Incendiary
Reptilians
And those goggle-headed red round guys
Broken skin
From within
Leading to internal pressure demise
Inflate
Your enemies until they
Disincorporate
Your hi-score means explode and
Annihilate
All you pursue because it's
Mr. See
Mr. Do
You're through
In these earthen tunnels
Video passageways
Only devastation to be found
No Shock G
No Humpty Hump
In this digital underground
Blood in
Blood out
Blood shooting out your eyes
Dig in
Dug out
Out of time and out of extra lives
Remember your first email address?
A memory that you might try to repress
'Cause in 2001 at juno.com
You were still known as gothicfairyprincess
And I betcha somewhere you'd wish that you'd changed
But to switch your email is a hell of a pain
Recognition of the name goes down the drain
And the whole thing holds true for band names, too
Second time around means that your shit's solidified
'Cause by the second time around the sound's by name identified
And if you ever sought to alter that, you'd find yourself denied
'Cause by the second time around you've wound the ropes by which you're tied
Second time around
It's constantly happening
Bands always regretting
The elected moniker
By which they monitor
The scene or register as their myspace thing
'Cause I've heard that Tom Shear doesn't like band name
And I've read that Fat Mike has expressed much that same
But both those bands are awesome so it's like, ya know, whatever
So yo, fuck it, "Gothsicles" forever
Second time around means that your shit's solidified
'Cause by the second time around the sound's by name identified
And if you ever sought to alter that, you'd find yourself denied
'Cause by the second time around, that appellation's bound
Second time around means that it's too late to change your band name
Monster school student bodies always seem to be diverse
With like a mummy and a zombie and a demon student nurse
And a mortician bus driver 'cause the bus is a hearse
But one type of monster always has it the worst
'Cause the werewolf guy's gig is to howl at the moon
And the vampire kid can make the ladies swoon
But you'll always wait for 3 in the afternoon
If you're the fish kid from the black lagoon
'Cause you need
Water to breathe
Can't take french 3
Amphibiously
Were you a zombie fish boy,
Well then I 'spose it wouldn't matter
As the undead do not require a breathing apparatus
But I've never seen a revenant complete a swan dive
Fish men maybe monsters, but they're clearly alive
Can't be a football star like frankenstein
The impact would surely crack your fragile spines
Can't be in the school play with the opera phantom nerds
'Cause your aquatic vocal chords can't ennuciate words
Can't get a steady girl or friend with benefits
'Cause no lady likes a guy who's been a fish
But as marine based life, you can still take pride
In fearing no swirly or bubbler ride
'Cause you need
Water to breathe
Can't take trigonometry
Amphibiously
Were you a zombie fish boy,
Well then I 'spose it wouldn't matter
As the undead do not require a breathing apparatus
But I've never seen a revenant complete a swan dive
Fish men maybe monsters, but they're clearly alive
And I'm glad they're not zombies
For I confess
That I'm WAY DONE WITH ZOMBIES
But I digress
The point is that school will make you depressed
If you've got gills on your face and scales on your chest
Dragon Feet
You die
Texas Boots
You die
Zeus' Wand
You die
Life meter undermined
Javelin Man
You die
A Grand Slam
You die
Fatal Steps
You still die
In the absence of supplies
No time to fuck about
Max power is maxed out
Karma Jolt
Flip for it like Acro Circus
Mightier than any Zerg rush
Karma Jolt
The smiles are free
But the death is still cheap
If restoratives
Are not what you keep
Against the Jocks
You die
Against the Squids
You die
Against the Mob
You die
Coinage bisectified
Against the Plague
You die
Against Cowboys
You die
Against Homeboys
You still die
And you only get one guy
No time to fuck about
Max power is maxed out
Karma Jolt
Healthier than brussel sprouts
Max power is maxed out
Karma Jolt
Tricklin' down ya throat
With a Karma Jolt
Drink it up
Just one taste
Of that bubbling karma crude
Is complete stamina points
So you disarm a dude
And take all of his change
After he's ceased to be alive
And walk up to the counter
And drop $15.25
A jolt of karma in the arm allows for furtherance of harm
A jolt of karma in the arm allows for furtherance of harm
A jolt of karma in the arm allows for furtherance of harm
A jolt of karma in the arm, a karma jolt
Like a corrupt data compiler
We're gonna mess up
That ball of fire
Douse the power it requires
Video games all day
No prior
Kulcha
Was ever glare free
Those little light bursts
Bouncing off the screen
Annoying
To the nth degree
That's why the sun is gonna get one toll free
Bomb blast
In the precise vicinity
To nullify negative charge
For all infinity
Cascade effects
Chain reactions
Atomic level annihilation
To eff the sun
Eff the sun
Anti solar sentiment
Is nothing new
But my ostentatious arguments necessitate review
My chief argument is
That the sun eats poo
And all gets up in my eyes
When I play faxanadu
And through
A telescope
I calculate
The absolute destruction of all solar real estate
And wait
While the platform rises
With more destructive force than 8 starship Enterprises
But crap
The hydraulics are broken
Need to call tech support at the place I bought it from
But the guy on the line is a freakin' jerk
Man, I just need the lifting platform to work
Reboot the machine, wait the for start up chimes
Alright we're all good, now it's finally time
Eternal darkness
'Cause the sun's all charred
Put the text of this song on a V:TES card
Eff the sun
Out on my lunch break
Headed to the Chinese place for some delicious take
Out but to my surprise
I was to be penalized
By a radar pair of eyes
Birthmark playing in the car
That fourth track is
Worth four stars
And then there was that officaaar
Listenin' to mindFlux
And spendin' the big bucks
Pulled over by the law
That ticket was bullshit
And I shoulda fought it
But it was in Waukesha
But the point is you made me
'Cause that songs kicks crazy
Much amounts of ass
Thereby, I attest to thee
You're an accessory
To my driving slightly fast
So this one's on you
This one's on you
Then years later at Chicago's Darkroom
I'm approached by a singer guy I recognize and subsequently with whom
I converse & try to get reimbursed
To get some money back into my wallet
He's like "Huh?" I'm like "Yeah" he's like "No" I'm like "Cool"
"'Cause i was just kidding about it"
He's like "Dude man, that sucks, and you're not alone.
Skinny Puppy's had me passing dudes in no passing zones.
So here's some advice of comparable value:
Write about that shit"
...I think i'll write about that shit.
AND I TEAR YOU APART (lyrics from mFF's "Dream It Dead", the song this song is kind of about)
Freaking out
Getting wild
Getting wild
Freaking out
Freaking out
Getting wild
Getting wild and freaking out
Ramp the wacky up
Nine dudes freaking out
And going berzerk
Nine dudes throwing down
And going to work
A small percentage of the place
All getting wild
A booth in the back is where the coats are piled
Shake your sillies out
It's what I'm all about
Basic masonry
Requires grout
A small percentage of the place
All getting wild
By the 14th of April
Have your taxes filed
The next morning, go out
Get you something to eat
Oh man, mimosas and a hostess cake or
Breakfast burrito
And it's only when the server staff
Shows up with your food
That the door gets knocked down
And in rush nine dudes
Hey, what's that noise?
The CD player's busted
Or the CD's scratched up
And shitcake encrusted
Oh wait
It's just on shuffle
And a Cyanotic track
Is causing kerfluffles
With stuttery takes
And skippery sounds
They wouldn't take this CD
At the Disc-Go-Round
'Cause they only stake stuff
That's free of scratches
And after a second of this
My ear lobe detaches
It's like Pantera at a hip hop show
Or terminators driving down a bumpy road
Or Robocop with a ruptured spleen
Or someone who's role model is a machine
Hey, you know that one Cyanotic band?
They're the guys with the moving keyboard stand
We're doing a collab with them on our second disc
And the lead singer sounds just like this
We're doing a collab with that Cyanotic band
Careful, keyboard guy, or you'll crush your hands
It just might be the hottest track on the disc
And the lead singer screams just like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-i-i-i-i-i-s
I know where you got that T-Shirt
I know where you got those boots
I know where you got that tote bag
Touting your Nintendo roots
And I'm aware of the location
Of just where you got those pants
And the tribute compilation with the
Cleopatra bands, bands, bands
I can tell that you, that you shop at Hot(t) Topic
'Cause you look sorta skater punk rock and 40% gothic
I'm not making any judgments here,
I just know where you bought it
'Cause I can tell that you, that you shop at Hot(t) Topic
I can tell that you, that you shop at Hot(t) Topic
'Cause you look sorta skater punk rock and kinda, sorta gothic
It's not parody or sarcasm
It's only to observe
That the source of your clothes
Is quite easy to discern
Arcade alteration's on the menu for tonight
And Galaga's the target for a massive weapons hike
Still got no up and down flight path, just horizontal scrolling
But we'll still upgrade the armament for outer space patrolling
'Cause tonight we're going overboard, tonight you're getting rocked
Because we've got a firepower surplus to allot
Mosquito alien insectoids are now gonna thrice swat
With one hundred percent acc-u-ra-cy on the dot
Triple shot
Triple shot
You try to defend but you cannot
Triple shot
Three conjoined battleships is what I got
Triple shot
Triple shot
You try to defend but you cannot
Triple shot
Three conjoined fighter ships is what I got
Without connected space vessels, bloodlust goes unassuaged
And mono monster mashing always makes for a "challenging stage"
But despite the symphony of destruction from my two-pronged attacks
True lethal harmony was out because a duet was the max
'Cause only double ships in Galaga could previously be attained
But tonight a new joint wingman to the existing two is gained
'Cause when the forces of the arcade meet our industrial electro
The result is an unstoppable artillery trifecto
Triple shot
Triple shot
You try to defend, but you cannot
Try to get back to the top of the screen:
You get jack squat
When you're in a lane
And you
Suddenly deviate
You make me feel ashamed
For my own
Wisconsin license plate
I can't read your mind
I'm not in
The Psychic Friends Network
So you must signal your directional intentions
Or watch me go berserk
(On you)
In the lanes
You must signal
On the off-ramp
You still must signal
You demonstrate your gaping lack of any driving skill
'Cause turn signals are not optional
The lines on the road are
Clearly marked, but you're
Drifting like a raft
How did you ever get a valid driver's license?
Was it blackmail, bribery or witchcraft?
And if the lead guy at the light
Gets his left signal on too late
Make sure you get that blinker on
Before you circumnavigate
This is the type thing that
Shouldn't be so hard
I don't think it's that hard
Is it really that hard?
Now don't get me wrong
When you hear this song
'Cause I got five Project Pitchfork CDs on my desk
Playing more than occasionally
XMTP MP3s
But we're the English Police,
and you're under arrest!
First off, the letter "V"
Is pronounced differently
Than the way in which the letter "W" is said
Such linguistic mistakes
Should be harder to make
If you called up an American goth and got your shit proofread!
Chorus:
For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense
Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forth hence
Project Pitchfork, E-Craft, and Funker Vogt
Your English License has been revoked!
For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense
Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forth hence
Neuroticfish and E-Craft, and Funker Vogt
Your English License has been revoked!
And I will concede
That I will stomp 'till I bleed
To your music 'cause I'm not a hater
But it's hard sound tough,
Even vocoding wont' be enough,
If your lyrics are written by a first grader
But I'll let you off with a warning
If you promise me one thing:
That you'll figure out what the proper syllables to accent are
'Cause your looped layers of static
Will sound more dramatic
When you don't sing like a goddamn dork...ALLES KLAR?
(chorus)
Breakdown:
Bands are on the run from the grammatical police
For their own good, we gotta find and fix mistakes from Germanese
No more changing words to make a rhyme or rhyming same words twice
'Cause it's possible write a hit were the words aren't sacrificed
Soon we're gonna go put other places to the test
By fixing up their lyrics, Scandanavia is next
Making yudgments on the quality of lyrical esteem
Chopping up shitty lyrics with a guil-e-o-tine
The right accents aren't required to garner our approval
But singing like an idiot means license removal
And I aware of my own lyrical shortcomings
Pronunciation errors that knock me out the running
Saying Funker, not "Foonkah", when I know that that is wrong
Showing blatant hypocrisy within my own damn song
But I'll make an effort and strain
To get it right on the refrain
And here it comes again
So raise your voice (not woice) and sing along!
The boss isn't looking
So I use my screen
For browsing an online music magazine
And there I see a thing
That I can't believe
There are still band logos made with Ogilvie
'cause me,
I'm something of a typeface connoisseur
I eat chicken wing dings with my font du jour [tofu chicken]
And I can spot your shitty fonts like a cheap toupee
And still blow you away
With my Arial display
And when it comes to fonts,
I annihilate
And when I print my fonts,
I always collate
Some are narrow and condensed,
Others heavyweight
And I'm more gothic
Than any Copperplate
Hey, I've Got That Font
And a full directory of all the TrueType you could want
Hey, I've Got That Font
They used Alleycat to advertise that local restaurant
Hey, I've Got That Font
With bolds and italics from here to Vermont
Hey, I've Got That Font
Creepygirl and Rockwell, I'm a fuckin' font savant
There are so many fonts that I recognize
Zoom in all you want, they won't pixelize
'Cause I know the good shit from the replicas
I'll see you in Helvetica
and then a
Big fucking axe will cut off your hands
You used to be serif, but now you're sans
And I got plans to make that font
Used by Mickey D's
I'll trace it out with the blood
From where your hands used to be
I customized a font so each serif ends in a hook
But your custom font looks like gobbledygook
And that's not Eras Lite but Eras Medium that you mistook
And I'm more gothic
Than any Franklin Book
Hey, I've Got That Font
And a full directory of all the TrueType you could want
Hey, I've Got That Font
They used Alleycat to advertise that local restaurant
Hey, I've Got That Font
If there was a typeface army, then I'd be the commandant
Hey, I've Got That Font
I sell 'em to pay off my Mitsubishi Galant
Morpheus
Times New Roman
Ultraworld
Bookman Old Style
Garamond
Liquidism
Comic, Bloody, Impact
Who is this band?
I never heard them before
Must've snuck into Infest
Through the back door
And now we're on the bill
That your admission paid for
So excuse me for a second while i freak out hardcore
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
We're playing Infest
Two Nintendo nerds
From the American midwest
Holy shit
Holy shit
We're playing infest
I can't believe it either
It's like we're dream achievers
Were this is television i would adjust my receiver
Neither rain nor sleet nor ice nor snow
Could keep us from this show
We'd even take a flight
That's flying into Heathrow
Last night I got so anxious
I threw up and made a mess
And now we're here to commandeer
The fruits of your interest
Get ready for
The final inquest
Holy shit
Holy shit
Welcome to Infest
Congratulations, I hear you're goth now
But if you are just tuning in
Well let me tell you how
To be all creepy
Industrial and gothic
Just have a seat and
Rewatch the filmstrip
So you want
So you want to become a goth
Discover 80s icons apart from David Lee Roth
And other things that you learn when you become a goth
Not quite emo-ite
Poseur or nu-metal
And is here underscored
By Hanzl und Gretyl
So stayed tuned in our series
Of gothic education
Next we'll cover hi-hats, kick drums
And arpeggiation
So you want
So you want to become a goth
Discover 80s icons apart from David Lee Roth
And other things that you learn when you become a goth
So you want
So you want to become a goth
Hear music colder than ice planet Hoth
And other things that you learn when you become a goth
Or buy Funker Vogt instead
To become a rivet head
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Of Dawn of the Dead
Micah! You look like-ah
Streetfighter!
Micah! You look like-ah
You're 16 bits on a Super Nintendo!
You spike your hair in such a way,
It's blonde and sharp and pointy
And it makes me want to say:
SONIC BOOM!
Cruc' Injection!
Entering the room,
Throwing catchy synth hooks at tremendous volume!
Spikey blonde hair that's pointy and well groomed,
You cannot withstand the industrial
SONIC BOOM!
Micah! You look like-ah
Flashkicker!
Micah! You look like-ah
You're gonna hit M. Bison with a medium punch!
You spike your hair in such a way,
I hold back for two seconds
Push forward and A!
SONIC BOOM!
Autobots are going down
'Cause there's an evil giant robotic
New kid in town!
Constructicons
Form to create
The amalgemous monstrosity that Autobots hate!
Right arm is formed by Scavenger!
Left leg is formed by Mixmaster!
Scrapper, Long Haul, Bone Crusher
Make up the rest!
Hook creates the head that heroes detest!
DEVASTATOR!
Constructicons in battle
With the Dinobots!
They kick and claw and tear and share
Commercial spots!
But the forces of evil
Rule the scene
With an iron fist
That's purple and green!
Right arm is formed by Scavenger!
Left leg is formed by Mixmaster!
Scrapper, Long Haul, Bone Crusher
Make up the rest!
Hook creates the head that snaps on to his chest!
DEVASTATOR!
