[Intro – jaw harp, ritual whisper, distant cries] Drrr-bwang… drrr-bwang… Ho-oi! 12 G server - Here we GOOOO [Verse 1 – fast, one singer then the other] In the land of scrap where the madmen roam, Rust in the wind and sheet metal home, AK came walking, name full of lies, Not a rifle, not Anna-Karin, no surprise— Just a Swedish lad with absolutely no tits, Still causing confusion and accidental fits! Kenta came swaggering, proud as a king, But nature had gifted a very small thing, “Two centimeters?!” the campfire went - ohhhh, But size doesn’t matter—lies filled the room! The drums said no, the women screamed yes, And the whole damn village was morally in - DISTRESS! [Chorus – BOTH, huge drums, screams] HEY! FIRE IN THE BASE! Ash in the beard and poo in the face! HEY! STAMP THE GROUND! Call the sinners, drag them round! HOO-AH! HOO-AH! RUN AND SCREAM! Nothing is holy and nobody’s clean! HEY! RAISE THE SOUND! The herettics come stomping down! [Verse 2 – very fast, playful, mocking] Ahbri returned with a thief’s delight, Stole Boom’s harbor in broad daylight, No excuse, no warning, no holy grace, Then painted Kenta’s poor base all purple in the face! Ahbrii did the quest with a hundred snakes, Skinning and slithering through the reeds and lakes, Kenta did it too with his eyebrows high, Then Ahbri said, “Skin it, counts for two,”—oh my! Then admin descended with bureaucratic wrath: “Fifteen snakes now.” Thus ended math. Hah! [Chorus – BOTH, louder, with screams] HEY! FIRE IN THE BASE! Ash in the beard and poo in the face! HEY! STAMP THE GROUND! Call the sinners, drag them round! HOO-AH! HOO-AH! RUN AND SCREAM! Nothing is holy and nobody’s clean! HEY! RAISE THE SOUND! The herettics come stomping down! [Verse 3 – driving, more dramatic] Drutten rides Serbia, chrome and dust, Motorbike thunder and level-up lust, The others keep chasing his godlike gain, But catching Drutten is a foolman’s pain. He levels too fast, he farms too clean, He’s rich as a priest in a diesel dream, And Benni and Kenta grind their teeth, While Drutten swims deep in sulfur beneath! Boom gathers campers like saints gather sin, Dreaming of turret skins dipped in gold and grin, A palace of nonsense, a camper king’s dome, With ten thousand sleeping bags and absolutely no home. Drrr-bwang… drrr-bwang… [Bridge – slower, eerie, duo call-and-response] Who builds the walls? — Raven does! Who praises them loud? — Benni does! Who should learn a thing or two? — Benni should! Could Raven teach him? — Maybe he could! Or maybe a sparrow, a blessed dumb bird, Could teach that man what everyone heard… [Final Chorus – biggest, screaming, layered] HEY! FIRE IN THE BASE! [paus– slower, eerie, duo call-and-response] -Whos house on fire? -I think it's Bennis? -Ah ok,. again, can someone teach him how to use that burner? [continue] Ash in the beard and poo in the face! HEY! STAMP THE GROUND! Call the sinners, drag them round! HOO-AH! HOO-AH! RUN AND SCREAM! Nothing is holy and nobody’s clean! HEY! RAISE THE SOUND! The herettics come stomping down! [Outro – jaw harp + laughter + ritual chant] Deda’s not here… where could he be? Mad that AK’s just a Swedish he? Not a weapon, not a woman bright… Deda's building the website at night… Drrr-bwang… drrr-bwang… Heja… HOO-AH!
