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1. It's kind of pathetic you get all erratic about dirty dishes congesting the sink. I'm tired of your bothers; remember our fathers that dwelled in a world filled with rubbish and stink. But when all hope was lost, someone raised from the dust; he was handsome and cunning, his haircut had style. Courage was shining in his eyes, as he said "Screw you guys, mind your own business. I'm off now, goodbye." HUZZAH! HE'S OFF NOW GOODBYE!
2. Now as it is written, our hero was smitten and rescued the maiden from impending doom. On a horse made of steel, evil guys on his heels, he rode with the girl into dawn's early gloom. She awoke by his kiss--well at least more or less--and the whole part concerning the uppercut scare can be pinned at least to some extent on her damaged brain implant. Anyway, in the big picture, who's gonna care? HUZZAH! WHO'S GONNA CARE!?
3. Historians would die for a way to decipher apparently missing text passages here. They still found no reasons why scratches and lesions related to Goal subsequently appear. But then why should it bother you, for he finally managed to, haul her more or less unharmed to the rendezvous spot. Without expecting pay; except for the reward but, hey, it's all about the context so get on with the plot. HUZZAH! GET ON WITH THE PLOT!
4. Not look at you startled; the brain implant cartridge has not been swapped which was all part of the plan. The world has been rescued that he did detest. Who'd have guessed; I attest you'd have done just the same. So if you still want to force me to do stupid chores like washing the dishes, do the trash, and such you'll just prove that you haven't paid attention to what I said. The message, at its core is like... erm... huzzah... as a rule. HUZZAH! THE CHORUS GUYS RULE!
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