[Intro] yaha, yai... [Verse 1 – Singer 1] Boom climbed high with a sack full of fire, Ready to raid with his foolman desire, Then saw the base and cursed the sky, “Who built this nightmare? Who? And why?” The walls looked evil, the peaks looked wrong, The angles were rude and the halls too long, He shot at turrets with swagger and grin— Then a sneaking drone came buzzing in. [Man] “I would’ve seen it.” [Chorus – BOTH] BOOM - COME ON - BLOW THAT DOOR He might have seen these halls before? BOOM! - WAKE UP - TURN THINK AGAIN He built his own sophisticated PAIN! [Verse 2 – Singer 2] Back he came with revenge in his jaw, Spitting out blood and tactical law, He dropped some turrets, thought all was won— Then one by the roof put him down with one. Back again, with a louder scream, He died once more in almost the same scene. At last he entered, proud and late, And admired the trim by the broken gate. “This place looks nice… though I’d do more…” Then a hidden shotgun threw him to the floor. Ai-yo… Ai-yo… [Man] “Maybe go left.” [Chorus – BOTH] BOOM - COME ON - BLOW THAT DOOR He might have seen these halls before? BOOM! - WAKE UP - TURN THINK AGAIN He built his own sophisticated PAIN! [Verse 3 – Singer 1] Then in the great hall torchlight danced On tits and ass in apocalyptic pants, Half-naked natives on every wall, Sexy wasteland ladies, one and all. Boom stood still and scratched his head, “What horny bastard did this?” he said. Then memory woke in a smoky flood— “Oh. Right. Me.” and he nodded good. Ai-yo… Ai-yo… [Man] “That one by the furnace is art.” [Bridge – Singer 2] Still he searched for the cupboard throne, “Where is the TC?” he groaned alone, A flamethrower burst and burned his hair, He stumbled down half-floor in despair. He threw a satchel, ducked down low— Then blew himself up in his own damn show. When he came back through smoke and laughter, The floor was barely touched thereafter. [Final Verse – BOTH alternating] At last he found the hidden room, Deep in the belly of painted doom, He cracked the TC and stared inside— Almost no loot. His joy had died. A little junk, a little shame, Not enough to justify the flame. So Boom swore vengeance on wood and stone And fed the whole damn base to the drone. Six hundred C4 split the hill, He blew it all with furious will. Then in the rubble, smoke and phone wire, He found a burner in the fire. He smiled at once, forgot the pain, Then spawned another raid again. Ai-yo… Ai-yo… [Chorus – BOTH] BOOM - COME ON - BLOW THAT DOOR He might have seen these halls before? BOOM! - WAKE UP - TURN THINK AGAIN He built his own sophisticated PAIN! [Outro] Ai-yo… Ai-yo… Smoke on raidspot… Fool in the fog…
