Cup de Grâce (Extended)

Trouble's afoot, young squires
And boy, howdy, do we need you now
So let me break it down in more than just a few short words
'Cause the island grew rather sour

These old powers of yours can be handy in a few
Travel coast-to-coast, and bid your past adieu
For they're cooking up a recipe for you and me
But neither one of us benefits, you'll soon see now

A rag-tag posse of goons from the alpines to the west
Gone biddy-baddy-boop in the brain, they've gone insane
But golly-giddy-darn-dunnit, this'll be your test

Pace yourself, pals, there's a moral dilemma
For the lady you'll be saving will cost you a fella
Is it worth all the trouble you'll endure today
To sacrifice your little buddy left to the fray?

Help, young boys, eat this delicacy I'm sure you'll enjoy
Heed these warnings I employ
I've grown tired of drifting outer space to come back to the isles
What's a gal to do to come back in style?

Give the gang everything you've got
With a giga-papapow and a woop, woop, woop, woop!
This ain't your first and only rodeo, my dear, little Romeo
Just for show, give your tips another go
With a diddly-diddly-kikapow, woop, woop, woop, woop!
You're getting sugars and spice to pay the price of winning more than thrice

Make no mistake, you're not the icing on this delicate cake
It's your soul he wants to take
Ask yourself if I'm worth saving to be left on the shelf
Well, gee-willikers, guys, this is wild!

(Bring it 'round town) you'll make a mess to make it clean
(Start a showdown) for he's less delicate than mean
(Show 'em how it's done) it's not a party when it isn't fun
It's a hell of a run 'n' gun, take it back, dash attack
(Parry for the angel within!)

You are the heart to the operation
Takes a soul of whole damnation
To bleed the devil dry, and of course, electrify

Be your best, be the boss you had always been
Let it rustle and a-tussle and a skee-bap, diddly-doo
A little spirit goes a long way, for those dastardly calamities ahead

I believe you owe me things to bake
There's no time to procrastinate
Fruits from fettles in skies above
And then your souls to pull and shove

It looks like fate made more than onions with all your remains
It's quite clear that you're in pain
Rotten and vile, he's got your spirit locked away in denial
I've not hustled like this in a while!

(Bring it 'round town) beware what happens underneath the ground
(Start a showdown) take heed and dissipate the sounds of a fright
(Show 'em how it's done) it's not a masquerade without the chase
It's a hell of a run 'n' gun, take it back, dash, attack

Yeah!

Let me rattle your nogging for a second, pal
Well, the hill was never steady, get your clickers at the ready
With a gunning and a running and then a woop, woop, woop, woop!
It started with a fatal crime, take the time
Assess a little similar debacle of mine

You've been around from coast to coast, and isle to isle
You went in with a bang and a woop, woop, woop, woop!
Subtle and suede, take it all as you may
Make 'em pay, follow me, repeat after me now

We don't need no safety net
(We don't need no safety net)
We got a bigger bang, finger-bang, doing that thing
(We got a bigger bang, finger-bang, doing that thing)
That's right!

We don't need no safety net
(We don't need no safety net)
We got a bigger bang, finger-bang, doing that thing
(We got a bigger bang, finger-bang, doing that thing)

Let me out, I'm locked inside
Let me make myself clear, my little, sweet dear
This biggest mistake is one lesson you'll have to take

I'm trapped behind a lock and binds
This is the end for your sensitive friend
Let the orchestral chimes make haste with your dimes now

Let me out, I'm trapped in lies
You had thought you were safe, but your soul I will bake
For the final thing needed was you, what can you do?

I'm trapped and doomed to bake alive
Now run along, heroes, you're nothing but zeroes
'Less you'd want to suffer the same, you'd be to blame
It's not a game, I'm not insane, shame, shame, shame!

You made it, boys, you saved the day
Shut down this torture chamber, hey!
The Sun is shining through to evaporate the gray

He's got too caught up making hellscapes
Mandates sprinkled with heart but it was dry
His lesson learned, his café burned
Stomped down and left to cry!

They'll be there to take good care
They'll be zipping and a-zapping to the beat of a drum
With a bit of a zip-zap, dat-doom-a-diddleedie
Out with the brave, tackle down with the brawn
Two iron fists make for the brigade, now history is more than made

It's the story of two brothers making mincemeat of the isles
Skidip-dat-doo, cup de grâce!