Trouble's afoot, young squires
And boy, howdy, do we need you now
So let me break it down in more than a few short words
'Cause the island grew rather sour
These old powers of yours can be handy in a few
Travel coast to coast and bid your past adieu
For they're cooking up a recipe for you and me
But neither one of us benefits and you'll soon see, now
A rag tag posse of goons
From the alpines to the west
Gone bitty batty boop in the brain, they've gone insane
But golly giddy darn dunnit, this'll be your test
Pace yourselves, pals, there's a moral dilemma
For the lady you'll be saving will cost you a fella
So is it worth all the troubles you'll endure today
To sacrifice your little buddy, left to the fray?
Help, young boys!
Eat this delicacy i'm sure you'll enjoy
Heed this warnings I employ
I've grown tired of drifting outer space to come back to the isles
What's a gal to do to come back in style?
Give the gang everything you got
With a giga-papapow and a whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop!
This ain't your first and only rodeo, my dear, little Romeo
Just for show, give your tips another go
With a diddly-diddly-kikapow, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop!
You're getting sugars and spice
To pay the price of winning more than thrice!
Make no mistake, you're not the icing on this delicate cake
It's your soul he wants to take
Ask yourself if I'm worth saving to be left on the shelf
Well, gee willikers, guys, this is wild!
Bring it 'round town!
You'll make a mess to make it clean
Start a showdown!
For he's less delicate than me
Show 'em how it's done!
It's not a party when it isn't fun
It's a hell of a run and gun!
Take it back, dash attack, now!
Parry for the angel within!
You are the heart to the operation
Takes a soul of whole damnation
To bleed the Devil dry
And of course, electrify!
Be your best! Be the boss you had always been
Let it rustle and tussle and a skeebap diddy do!
A little spirit goes a long way
For those dastardly calamities ahead
I believe you owe me things to bake
There's no time to procrastinate
Fruits from fettles in skies above
And then your soul to pull and shove
It looks like fate made more than onions with all your remains
It's quite clear that you're in pain
Rotten and vile, he's got your spirit locked away in denial
I've not hustled like this in a while!
Bring it 'round town!
Beware what happens underneath the ground
Start a showdown!
Take heed and dissipate the sounds of a fright
Show 'em how it's done!
It's not a masquerade without the chase
It's a hell of a run and gun!
Take it back, dash attack!
Yeah!
Let me rattle your noggin for a second now
Well, the hill was never steady
Get your clickers at the ready
With a gunnin' and a runnin' and then a woop, woop, woop, woop!
It started with a fatal crime, take the time
Assess a little similar debacle of mine
You've been around from coast to coast, and isle to isle
You went in with a bang and a woop, woop, woop, woop!
Subtle and suede, take it all as you may
Make 'em pay, follow me, repeat after me now
We don't need no safety nets!
(We don't need no safety nets!)
We got a bigger bang, finger bang, doin' that thing!
(We got a bigger bang, finger bang, doin' that thing!) That's right!
We don't need no safety nets!
(We don't need no safety nets!)
We got a bigger bang, finger bang, doin' that thing!
(We got a bigger bang, finger bang, doin' that thing!)
Let me out, I am locked inside
Let me make myself clear, my sweet, little dear
This biggest mistake is one lesson you'll have to take
I'm trapped behind a lock and binds
This is the end for your sensitive friend
Let the orchestral chimes make haste with your dimes now
Let me out, I am trapped in lies
You had thought you were safe but your soul I will take
For the final thing needed was you, what can we do?
I'm trapped and doomed to bake alive
Now run along, heroes, you're nothing but zeroes!
'Les you want to suffer the same, you'd be to blame!
It's not a game! I'm not insane!
Shame, shame, shame!
You made it, boys, you saved the day
Shut down this torture chamber, hey!
The sun is shining through to
Evaporate the gray
He's got too caught up making hellscapes
Mandates sprinkled with heart
But it was dry
His lesson learned, his café burned
Stomped down and left to cry!
They'll be there to take good care!
They'll be zippin' and a-zappin' to the beat of the drum
With a bit of the zip-dap-dat-doom-dadiddleedie
Out with the brave!
Tackle down with the brawn!
Two iron fists make with the brigade!
Now history is more than made!
It's the story of two brothers making mince meat of the isles!
Skidip-dat-do, cup de grâce!
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