Tactical Sandwiches & Duct Tape Dreams

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[Verse 5]
The dorm starts shaking, a rattle in the glass
He’s shouting "Normal training!" while he’s falling on his... face
Light bleeds under the door, a flash of orange hue
"Don’t get any ideas!"—yeah, we know it’s you.
He’s tripping over furniture, a high-pitched "I’m fine!"
While the smell of burnt-out pride is drifting down the line.
"Controlled release!" he yells, righting up a chair
But we know Lord Explosion Murder is in a state of despair!
[Pre-Chorus]
He’s clutching first-aid kits and a roll of silver tape
Trying to find a window for a tactical escape
There’s chewing gum on the fridge and glass upon the floor
While Lyric’s standing laughing at the kitchen door!
[Chorus]
Oh! It’s a tactical sandwich and a duct tape dream!
He’s the "Open Book" hero, or so it would seem.
"I can fix it with explosives!"—that’s his only plan
While Lyric’s pulling splinters from his bandaged hand.
From "Explosion Flowers" to the "Queen of England" lines
He’s failing every mission but he’s doing fine!
[Verse 6]
He’s hiding evidence under his shirt
A ham-and-cheese solution for his ego’s hurt
"Tell the neighbor we’re studying! Tell them it’s a test!"
As a half-eaten hoagie falls out of his vest.
He’s calling it a "Maneuver," he’s calling it "Science"
Showing all the cabinets his loudest defiance.
He calls her "Drama Queen" in his bunny slipper daze
While the ceiling starts to sag in a duct-tape haze.
[Bridge]
"Stay up here? Like a bird on a wire?"
He’s reaching for the button to set the room on fire!
"Relax, it’s just a firecracker!"—thumb on the trigger
Trying to make his "structural issues" look a little bigger.
But he pauses for a second, lets the detonator go
"Thanks for... stopping me," he whispers real low.
[Outro]
Yeah, he’s basically an expert on "Structural Solutions"
(Mostly involving sandwich oblivion!)
Don't tell the dorm manager about the hole in the wall
Bakugo’s "Tactical Experiments" are the best of them all!
"IT WAS FOR SCIENCE!"

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[Verse 5] The dorm starts shaking, a rattle in the glass He’s shouting "Normal training!" while he’s falling on his... face Light bleeds under the door, a flash of orange hue "Don’t get any ideas!"—yeah, we know it’s you. He’s tripping over furniture, a high-pitched "I’m fine!" While the smell of burnt-out pride is drifting down the line. "Controlled release!" he yells, righting up a chair But we know Lord Explosion Murder is in a state of despair! [Pre-Chorus] He’s clutching first-aid kits and a roll of silver tape Trying to find a window for a tactical escape There’s chewing gum on the fridge and glass upon the floor While Lyric’s standing laughing at the kitchen door! [Chorus] Oh! It’s a tactical sandwich and a duct tape dream! He’s the "Open Book" hero, or so it would seem. "I can fix it with explosives!"—that’s his only plan While Lyric’s pulling splinters from his bandaged hand. From "Explosion Flowers" to the "Queen of England" lines He’s failing every mission but he’s doing fine! [Verse 6] He’s hiding evidence under his shirt A ham-and-cheese solution for his ego’s hurt "Tell the neighbor we’re studying! Tell them it’s a test!" As a half-eaten hoagie falls out of his vest. He’s calling it a "Maneuver," he’s calling it "Science" Showing all the cabinets his loudest defiance. He calls her "Drama Queen" in his bunny slipper daze While the ceiling starts to sag in a duct-tape haze. [Bridge] "Stay up here? Like a bird on a wire?" He’s reaching for the button to set the room on fire! "Relax, it’s just a firecracker!"—thumb on the trigger Trying to make his "structural issues" look a little bigger. But he pauses for a second, lets the detonator go "Thanks for... stopping me," he whispers real low. [Outro] Yeah, he’s basically an expert on "Structural Solutions" (Mostly involving sandwich oblivion!) Don't tell the dorm manager about the hole in the wall Bakugo’s "Tactical Experiments" are the best of them all! "IT WAS FOR SCIENCE!"

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