[Intro – Maniacal laughter, overdrive guitar swell, feedback scream, tank engine revs, treads crunch bone] [THAT FUCKING GUY (shouting through mic distortion):] Ha! Hahahahaha! You hear that? Ha! Hahahahaha! That’s the sound of the end of your career, sweetheart! Ha! Hahahahaha! Lolololo Oh boy this is going to hurt Not me of course... Ha! Hahahahaha! Look at that FUCKING GUY --- [Hook – Crowd Response Energy] Ha ha ha who took you down? That Fucking Guy! Ha ha ha who made you look like a clown? That Fucking Guy! Who’s laughing while you cry? That Fucking Guy! Why, why, why— You fuck with old skool, that’s fucking why! --- [Verse 1 – Tank Commander Flow] Steel boots stomp in rhythm to the blast, Zombie guts painting murals on the glass. Detroit born, chrome-plated grin, War’s a joke, and I’m the punchline built in. Flamethrower lullaby, lightin’ up the sky, Armageddon groove, baby, watch ’em fry. They said “the dead can’t die twice,” Well I said— watch me try! --- [Bridge – Call & Response / Guitar Solo Build, crowd chanting in background] Hey, who said the king was gone? (Not that guy!) Who’s still jammin’ when the dawn’s long gone? (That guy!) Got one hand on the trigger, one on the high, And both middle fingers pointin’ to the sky! --- [Verse 2 – Battlefield Roast, feedback hum under vocals] Crank the turret, pour me some gas, I play chicken with mushroom clouds for laughs. Brains on my boots, paint on my ride, I’m the punchline, baby, apocalypse’s pride. Crowd of corpses chantin’ my name, Half the world’s gone, I’m still runnin’ game. Told the reaper “step in line,” Even Death knows— that bitch is mine! --- [Breakdown – Slow Groove, Fuzz Bass, Spoken Snarl Over Fire Sounds] You think I’m crazy? You’re goddamn right. Born in a junkyard, raised on spite. Every city I roll through turns grayscale gray, And I sign the smoke with a smile that says— [crash cymbal hit] Who took you down?! THAT FUCKING GUY! Who’s laughin’ while you cry?! THAT FUCKING GUY! Who’s still standin’ when your heroes die?! THAT… FUCKING… GUY! [guitar feedback scream, tank cannon fires] --- [Outro – Engine Idle, Laughter Echo Through Smoke, Tank Door Slam] Yeah… go on, clean up the mess. I’ll be back when the next one starts. Ain’t no peace treaty worth the gas, and baby, chaos pays in parts. [engine revs, distant explosions in rhythm] Keep your halos, keep your prayers, I’ll keep my tank and dirty glares. When the smoke clears and the brave all die, you’ll still hear me laugh— [manic laughter builds, guitar feedback rising] ’Cause this world runs fine… on That Fucking Guy! [final crash – distorted guitar divebomb, explosion, engine roar, laughter echoes to silence]
