# OKLAHOMA ISLAND [Intro — Radio Static, Banjo, Distorted Bass] [Robotic female radio voice] Mayday! Mayday! The mainland’s gone! Oklahoma’s an island, but the party rolls on! The water’s gone toxic, the moon’s blood-red, And the last honky-tonk is raising the dead! (Engine revs — bass drop incoming!) [Verse 1 — Gritty male Outlaw Country Groove] The bombs came down, the rivers rose, Now Oklahoma’s cut off from the world we know. A radioactive shoreline, a rusted-out pier, And a neon-lit saloon called The End Is Here. The coyotes howl and the power lines spark, Mutant catfish swim through the county park. The roads end underwater, the bridges are gone, But the jukebox keeps spitting out an old Merle song. The Candy Colored Coffin Band is tuning up loud, With a six-string scream that'll rattle the crowd. Their drummer's got a steel plate bolted to his chest, And their bass player glows when he plays his best! [Pre-Chorus — Rising Synths, Stomping Beat] The lights flash red! The speakers crack! The world's gone forward — ain't no going back! The drinks glow green! The floorboards shake! If this is the end, let's give it a break! (Robotic chops: Break! Break! Break!) [Chorus — Massive Country-EDM Drop] Oklahoma Island! Ride that tide! Where the outlaws drink and the dead men slide! Got a banjo twang and a bassline style, We're the last damn party in a world gone wild! Hey! Hey! Let the whole thing shake! Got a toxic little two-step and a nuclear quake! From the Red River shore to the panhandle sand, Oklahoma Island — the last barland! (Crowd chant: O-K-L-A! Bass drop!) ## [Verse 2 — Funky Bass, Banjo Riff] Jim B.'s on the board, got the meters in red, Mixing every damn frequency known to the dead. He's got cables in buckets and a console made of steel, Making mutant possums sound like a ten-ton wheel. He cranks the gain till the windows explode, Sends a subsonic shock down the flooded back road. Says, “That ain't feedback, boys — that's the end of the world! Now somebody get me another signal curled!” Then Chef Juan steps out with a skillet in hand, A rapping short-order cook with a wasteland plan. He's flipping irradiated eggs while he spits out a rhyme, Serving radioactive tacos with a beat on time! [Chef Juan — Rap Verse] Yo! I'm Chef Juan, got the pan on fire, Cooking up a catfish that can sing in a choir! Got mutant chili, got a glowing stew, Eat one bowl, man, and you'll see through you! No drive-thru, no power, no food supply, Just a three-eyed chicken and a deep-fried sky! I season with fallout, I garnish with rust, If it ain't glowing green, then it ain't got enough! (Beat cuts) Order up, y'all! WHO'S NEXT IN LINE? (Bass drop slams back in.) [Chorus — Full Band, Explosive Drop] Oklahoma Island! Ride that tide! Where the outlaws drink and the dead men slide! Got a banjo twang and a bassline style, We're the last damn party in a world gone wild! Hey! Hey! Let the whole thing shake! Got a toxic little two-step and a nuclear quake! From the Red River shore to the panhandle sand, Oklahoma Island — the last barland! ## [Verse 3 — Half-Time, Dark and Cinematic] Then the saloon doors opened without a sound, And a strange old man in a brown coat came round. Wild white hair, with a faraway stare, A strange machine humming like a live electric chair. He said, “I'm Doc Brown, and there's no time to waste. This nightmare you're living is a temporal mistake. Your world's still there, your home ain't gone, But we've got to hit eighty-eight before the dawn!” I said, “Doc, I've seen some things no man should see, And I'd sure like to get back to reality. But what about Oklahoma? This island of pain?” He said, “Fix the timeline — and it all starts again!” ## [Bridge — Rising Synths, Clock Ticks, Engine Revving] He showed me the flux capaciter, pulsing blue-white, Three glowing tubes in the dead of the night. Jim B. patched the signal to the engine's core, While Chef Juan rapped, “We ain't cooking no more!” The Candy Colored Coffin Band struck one last chord, The whole joint shook like a thunderstorm roared. Doc yelled, “Get in! We're running out of time!” Chef Juan shouted, “This glowing fondue is a crime!” (Robotic voice: TEMPORAL CIRCUIT ONLINE.) EIGHTY-EIGHT! — LET THE ENGINE ROAR! EIGHTY-EIGHT! — WE'RE OUT THAT DOOR! [Huge industrial bass drop — tires squeal, banjo shreds.] [Final Chorus — Maximum Energy, Crowd Chant] Oklahoma Island! Ride that tide! Where the outlaws drank and the dead men slid! Got a banjo twang and a bassline style, We escaped the end of a world gone wild! Hey! Hey! Let the whole thing shake! One last two-step through a nuclear quake! From the Red River shore to the panhandle sand, Oklahoma Island — the last barland! (Crowd chant over pounding bass) O-K-L-A! — WE'RE BREAKING AWAY! O-K-L-A! — BACK HOME TODAY [Outro — Acoustic Guitar, Static, One Banjo Note] I woke up at home
