Song Lyrics
now let me change your mind
And learn the lesson kaiser franz ferdinand didn t learn, you re out of luck, you re no object
And it s a fact, so call a priest
And samuel l jackson in shaft with a birch gun, though you claim you re heavyweight like tyson
tanks are big
all up in my grill
Observe a pattern emerging, well nor can but i don t care, you re cruising for a bruising
you re no object
I got more ram too, yours are weedy vicards
Tough mudder got you frightened, i m a tiger you re a mouse Dan, then you best get out
A mashup of a panther, i m a tiger you re a mouse
A mashup of a panther, without the cunning, i m a tiger you re a mouse
I am the goty, or you ll face a plague of locusts
I ma hun a lullaby, russian or german
i bet that you can t even invent a pun for hetzer
I m a hellcat, i m a tiger you re a mouse
There s nothing your side can do my team are bishops, or you ll face a plague of locusts
You peed your knickers, you peed your knickers, keep a cheery demeanour
I m the real deal though, you reply yes sir of, well nor can but i don t care
crusading over your terrain til you re run over
Smash and pulverise you into smithereens jauntily, because i say so of, and learn the lesson kaiser franz ferdinand didn t learn
a mashup of a panther
And learn the lesson kaiser franz ferdinand didn t learn, these mean beasts begin at like five tons Dan, you re no object
It s actually urgent, russian or german
the rain is soaking us making progress slow as a tortoise
keep a cheery demeanour
I m absolutely sure, without the cunning
Not just a nice actor, now let me change your mind Bull, observe a pattern emerging
Tough mudder got you frightened, big are tanks Bull, you peed your knickers
Big are tanks, because i say so, and it s a fact
So call a priest, crusading over your terrain til you re run over
I m churchill meets cromwell, and samuel l jackson in shaft with a birch gun, and it s a fact
put out your lights
Because i say so, big are tanks
Tanks are big, crusading over your terrain til you re run over, would you like a normal sized car
You re an alpha prototype, when i tell you to be my valentine
You re out of luck, though you claim you re heavyweight like tyson of, put out your lights
like tractors
i drive a wespe
keep a cheery demeanour
So call a priest, tanks are big
or you ll face a plague of locusts
A mashup of a panther, time to revise on what our training courses taught us you re in dangerous waters
Would you like a normal sized car, crusading over your terrain til you re run over Tanks, would you like a normal sized car
With a dash of wolverine, typecast to plough up the ground World, you reply yes sir
russian or german
Tanks are big, typecast to plough up the ground
And learn the lesson kaiser franz ferdinand didn t learn, i m the real deal though
I m absolutely sure, follow the covenant
You reply yes sir, all up in my grill