[Intro – Slow, gritty electric guitar, minor key] [Verse 1] There is a slope in Iceland’s west, They call it Bob’s red crest. It’s burned the minds of many a soul, And left the sane ones stressed. [Verse 2] It started off with lava’s breath, A camera’s glow at night, Then Google called it “Land Giant,” Which somehow still felt right. [Chorus] Oh, the volcano made me do it, I couldn’t stop the flame. With frogs in socks and misfired words, I barely knew my name. [Verse 3] The chart went up, the ground went ‘crack’, I saw “Soda at the station.” That’s lava, folks - but Google said It’s fizzy detonation! [Verse 4] Then herrings swam in seismic scans, Meant to say “sill” not fish! And mercury flowed deep underground... Wait, isn’t that magma’s dish? [Chorus] Oh, the volcano made me do it, I poked the ground and cried. The “apple lava” roared to life, And “weight loss hills” replied. [Verse 5] Apalhraun means twisted flow, But Google called it lunch. Apple lava, house demolition... It’s a mistranslation punch. [Bridge – Heavy drums, rising tempo] Magnús Moose just shook his head, The pokey stick went wild. Someone yelled “defib the land!” This lava ain’t mild! [Verse 6] I watched too long, I typed too fast, And now my grip is gone. I blamed the mountain’s molten heart... But it’s me who’s singing this song. [Final Chorus – Crowd chant backing] Oh, the volcano made me do it, The graphs, the memes, the glee. With Bob, and Slug Bubbles’ metal groove, It rewrote sanity. [Outro – Fading strums, haunting harmonies] Yes, the volcano made me do it… Or maybe… it set me free.
