Pick six at two minute warning
Brand loyalists force me into hiding
Munching on plutonium rods
Like corn on cob Swallow the gob
Wolf-Rayet Borg on the path
Space junk heating my lap
Too much too soon
Cut scene Cut to
Anything but love
Scuttled on the roof
Flooded through and through
Going by the witches shack
Pick me up a boon
Pay of bigs fend them off with sticks
Come collect in their rusted out mechs
Back home after low-plea deal
Whole fleet of white Hilux
Coming over the hill
Worse than the RZA flood
Fires of Alexandria