I come to you from another time With a message that everyone must die At the hand of undead squids from space They‘ll crush your skull and smash your face We saved the past from vikings Now the future is unclear We must travel through time again And save the world with beer We‘re class! You‘re not! Let‘s kill some squids and make them rot With pirate powered murder skills The future‘s where we get our thrills A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun And mash their brains with a bottle of rum We‘re class! You‘re not! From the past we have returned We‘re here to make those bastards burn tonight Fueled by rum and lust to kill We have the power and the will to fight Hey Marty, it‘s your kids They get devoured by undead squids Lest the world be torn asunder To the future we must plunder! We‘re class! You‘re not! Let‘s kill some squids and make them rot With pirate powered murder skills The future‘s where we get our thrills A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun And mash their brains with a bottle of rum We‘re class! You‘re not!
