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
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
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
