"Total destruction will come to those who laugh at me and failed to heed my warning"
Dad's working on something special down in the basement I yelled goodbye as I headed out to wait for the bus
At school it's the usual torture Pushed and tripped in the hall Hit in the head with a half eaten orange Facewashed in the snow
Got home so fed up and angry My dad came to me Took me down to the basement and said "It's finally ready, son"
My senses reeled my heart stood still Before me glowed a glory The Fruit of my father's laborious weekends Towering three or four stories.
Behind the shiny candy red skin, the monument hummed its electric tune My dad said "Why don't you climb on in?" and unscrewed the hatch in the back We squirmed through its artificial innards He showed me the controls I watched him struggling to conceal his pride and I said "Papa, let's kill some people"
We're on a rampage in a robot dinosaur We're on the rampage in a robot dinosaur Me and my dad in his robot dinosaur We're in the cab of a robot dinosaur Stop on society, robot dinosaur My tool of vengeance is a robot dinosaur Talons ripping, robot dinosaur Me and my dad in his robot dinosaurTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
