Dinosaur Boss Battle
Dear Swamp-Ass,
Back from Bermuda just in time;
Here from the past/present/future,
I'm sweatin', babe.
My primordial soup needs salt, anyways.
I got my style, claws,
So let them cyborgs feel my dino-war.
Now listen here, little monkey.
Straight out the sea foam wormhole,
They've come to take our bones.
But we won't be trophies for no system jumping surfing cyborgs on safari!
Lasers on them lizards? We got 'em beat. (No!)
Tokamak eugenics? We got 'em beat. (Uh!)
Neutral beam injection? We got 'em beat, yeah!
'Cause all I've ever needed was my style, claws;
Some say a tactical tyrant of sorts.
Now heed my warning...
Little monkey, carry on.
Now give 'em the slip.
Cambrian bomb, all set, gonna blow.
Little monkey, don't belong, carry on home.
Save your mammalian heart.
Straight out the sea foam wormhole,
They've come to take our bones.
But we won't be trophies for no system jumping surfing cyborgs on safari!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
They're on a crusade from a planet with three moons in orbit.
They're here to harvest, and they're pissing off stegosaurus.
Sure, us prehistoric cats haven't got no titanium,
But we're predatory. The glory is in our DNA.
Lasers on them lizards? We got 'em beat. (No!)
Tokamak eugenics? We got 'em beat. (Uh!)
Neutral beam injection? We got 'em beat, yeah!
'Cause all I've ever needed was my style, my claws;
My rage, it's raw.
They'll wipe out on our Mesozoic shores.
Wanna see our prized pterodactyl?
She's in her very own Tithonian-era metal band.
She's got a sexy case of the she-banshees
If she's warmed up enough... warmed up enough.
Little monkey, carry on.
Now give 'em the slip.
Cambrian bomb, all set, gonna blow.
Little monkey, don't belong, carry on home.
Save your mammalian heart.
Little monkey, carry on.
Now give 'em the slip.
Cambrian bomb, all set, gonna blow.
Little monkey, don't belong, carry on home.
Don't wanna hear you say:
"I can't keep my hopes up."
No no, the Deinonychus swarm in tow
"I can't keep my hopes up."
No no
"I can't keep my hopes up when there's raptors in the kitchen!"
It's a boss battle with times-zero potions;
Tell me, what's a dinosaur to do?
It's a boss battle with chipset emotions;
Maybe I've bitten off more than I can chew.
So it's back to Bermuda, got no time.
Lost in the past/present/future,
I got my style, claws, and that's all.