Bottles and Cans

bottles and cans
clap your hands
kick this beat loud,
like it's goin out of style
everyone alive's heart beat is goin wild,
so tonight we gunna party like tomorrow we'll be zombies

word to the wise, first to the prize, isn't always first prize,
or the first to find,
the alternative suprise, twist ending that hides,
encrypted on your special edition
laser disc drive,
in it's shiny metal packaging,
why'd you pack around that thing
it weighs a frikkin ton, and we got no electricity to run it,
here's a pair of scissors, to run with.
now we've gone and done it. Dammit

bottles and cans clap your hands
kick this beat loud, like it's goin out of style
everyone alive's heart beat is goin wild,
so tonight we gunna party like tomorrow we'll be zombies
bottle it, can it
the people causin damage
the planet
this barren waste land is ours to live with,
we brought it on ourselves
when we thought about ourselves,
and this 'Whodunnit movie' isn't hard to figure out.

Owch, that forked tongue's sharp
as you're scissorin the words comin out of my mouth,
via word of mouth.
Worlds apar, with 2 cans and a string,
insisting you sing like a bird in the sky,
word to the wise,
shut the hell up and use your eyes sometimes,
nice guys DO finish first,
if they're writin in the first hand,
in a story they're involved in,
solvin all the worlds' problems.

this barren wasteland needs entertainers bad, cuz
once the danger's passed, you maybe wanna laugh again,
break em back in with that kettle drum, I wish,
more like 5 gallon bucket and some sticks,
bring em back in with the boom of the bassdrum,
gunshy-thunderclap-phase one, radiation poison
the last laugh,
that the last human being ever had was a blast,
followed by a flash,
you may have kicked the bucket, but instead I kicked the can,
I got an open bottle on the other hand,
with a secret message in it,
this one contradicts our only option,
a sobering experience, through the whole Apocalypse.

Take me to your leader,
I'll run the search and siezure,
we'll take you to your maker when the vocals hit the speakers,
the bottles hit the cans, and the cans hit the tweeters,
the highest frequencies hit the cielings in the bleachers,
and causes your synapses to react and fire faster,
a chemical concoction that's reactin to the clock that's bio-logic,
your body doesn't mind it's,
hypnotized inside the rhythm of the music I'm presenting-I get it

..to the rhythm of the...
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Duck..to the rhythm of the
cover ... the rhythm of the...
duck cover clap to the rhythm of the.