Do Panic Now (What A Shit Show) Vol.3
Pass me the towel? Oopsie. This is the story of a galaxy gone awry, baby... PS: hitchikers' jokes matter.
Lyrics
[Intro] Once upon a fucking time, They waged a war on our dime, Blasted the whole galaxy, Blamed it all on empathy. What… a shit… show. Do panic now. [Verse 1 - planet booya bull] Tepid dicks in tiny suits, Morbid fools in shiny boots, Serving orders of fake truths, With a side of evil oof… Cocksure cows squabble loud, Posing proud in corrupt crowds, Deep dub drowned in booya bull, Bling-babble busting rules… [Chorus] Do panic now… Wrap your towel tight, Buckle up, all right. This is no plight, It’s fools in blight. There is no guide, Nowhere to hide. No forty-two, Just balls gone blue. Do panic now. [Verse 2 – 42 fckers flavors] Forty-two flavors of goons, Lickin’ lies off silver spoons, Monsters high on preacher drool, Hitchhiking sacred jewels… Wannabe heroes, gone ghouls, Bombing our kids and souls, Bamboozling con-ass bozos, Brain blown, men gone hoes! [Bridge – shit show interlude] Them glitter-turd kings, Selling snake-oil bling, High on cha-cha-ching, Charlatans can’t sing. Zeroes don’t dare, Gone numb, don’t care, Do panic, bro, Yo, wake up now. Look at ’em blow, Jerky jerk bros, Cocky jock hoes, Oh my, hello? Uh-oh, fuck no, Strap-on dildos, Sissy gone bro, Win-win? No-go. Oh my, hello… What a shit show. [Chorus] Do panic now… Wrap your towel tight, Buckle up, all right. This is no plight, It’s fools in blight. There is no guide, Nowhere to hide. No forty-two, Just balls gone blue. Do panic now. [Verse 3 – absurdity revelry] Analyzing cosmic incompetence, Banalizing ‘em old dicks impotence, Plain finite absurdity, Just infinite stupidity. Flying low, hiding clues, Freaks of faux, faking news, Frenching them fries, Like freedom’s lies. [Final Chorus] Do… panic now… Wrap your towel tight, Buckle up, all right. This is no plight, It’s fools in blight. There is no guide, Nowhere to hide. No forty-two, Just balls gone blue. Do panic now… What a… shit… show.
