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This is a song about what happens when you step at the toes of the wrong weirdo one time too many and it represents my inner anger and yearning to cause some serious damage to people that have hurt me.
Just kidding.
This is not a serious song. It's one of those entertainment-projects done in-between songs to keep things fun. I found it in my big ol chest of random lyrics I wrote at some point in time. This is not in any way polished or finished or to be taken seriously in any aspect. And no, I'm not a lunatic awaiting a reason to hurt people. Well, mostly not. End of story. Enjoy.
Lyrics:
I'm a cheek-turning weirdo
A monkey in a suite
I'm a star-seeded fruit-cake
A clown with a flute
(and) I'm a nuclear bomb,
Hiding in the belly
Of a stuffed toy
And I'm waiting for the day
You'll set me free
Chorus
Boom, boom, boom
I'm breaking your face
With a stool
Boom boom boom,
Is that blood, running
Into a pool?
I guess you should have,
Thought it through
(before you opened that fucking mouth)
I'm the offspring of madness,
Go ahead and call me names
So easy to torment
I'm the freakshow in your games
(I love those games)
But I'm a nuclear bomb,
Waiting in the fury,
of a beaten,
And I'm longing for the day,
You'll set me free,
Chorus
Boom boom boom,
And you're under my car,
Mean you no harm,
Boom boom boom,
Is that bone, sticking
Out of your arm?
I guess you should have,
Thought it through
Bridge
(because) One little accident,
Happens so easily
One little slip with a hand,
And, I'm free,
Yes free, from your dumbness (ah)
Chorus
Boom boom boom,
It’s only some karma,
Why do you cry?
Boom boom boom,
I'm sure you'll remember,
An eye for an eye,
That's what awaits you all (laughter)
- Genre
- Comedy