[Verse] I'm the renegade, brass in hand, Wander the streets of this no-man's land. Melding and welding brass machines, I'm the only one with sound in my dreams [Verse] Born of a nightmare where the dead things roam, Crafted stilts from the bones of chrome. Strapped tight, my metallic limb, Crushing soda cans on a whim [Chorus] I've had enough of you and your antics, I'm defyin' all the laws of thermodynamics, Too high to be lookin' up kilts, Stompin' around in my trombone stilts. [Verse] Blast my way through your narrow views, Spitting verses, I'm makin' news. Fuelled by fire, my cover's blown, Burning scraps into my metal throne. [Verse] Transcend these concrete jungles, Try to reach me -- your muscles buckle, Each step is Beethoven, I'm bossa nova, Stay right there, I'm gonna come ova. [Verse] Transcend these concrete jungles, Try to reach me -- your muscles buckle, Each step is Beethoven, I'm bossa nova, Stay right there, I'm gonna come ova. [Chorus] I've had enough of you and your antics, I'm defyin' all the laws of thermodynamics, Too high to be lookin' up kilts, Stompin' around in my trombone stilts. [Outro] So I stand taller than the city of old, I'm a sophon ready to unfold. Bury my brass to the hilts So I stand taller than the city of old, I'm a sophon ready ta FOLD. Bury my brass to the hilt Stompin' in my trombone stilts [Crescendo] [End]
