[Intro] [Record scratch] [Heavy sub-bass swell] Yeah. Step into the farmyard. Keep your boots on. (Watch the hooves) We taking a trip to Washington state for this one. [Verse 1] Listen, step into the paddock, it is systematic habit Cinematic apparatus, tripod in the grassy cabbage Enumclaw anomaly, an equine-based anatomy A tragedy on tape, it is an internet catastrophe (Oh, mad) He thought he was a stallion, a regular battalion Now the doctors in the ward are lookin' at him like an alien Internal colon bleeding, look at what the man was seeding Now his legacy is permanently written in the reading Boeing engineer, but his real career was in the rear Disappeared into the dark abyss of everything we fear. [Pre-Chorus] [Build up] [Rhythmic vocal chops] Four hooves, two feet. Heart rate dropping to the beat. (Flatline) Four hooves, two feet. Washington state, yeah it is complete. [Chorus] [Heavy wobbly bassline drop] Mr. Hands, yeah he took a different stance Took a gamble in the stable, did not leave it up to chance (No way) Heavy breathing in the barn, tangled in the farmyard yarn Now his Wikipedia page is ringing the alarm (Ring the alarm) Skipping on the two-step, tripping on the hooves, yep Looking for the rhythm but he made the fatal moves, yep. Wobble in the bassline, wobble in the waistline Pushed it to the limit, stepping over every safe line. [Verse 2] Articulate the spectacle, it is highly unacceptable The medical professionals were deeply, deeply skeptical Perforated bowel, throwing in the towel Hear the siren wailing like a solitary night-time owl (Woo woo) Multisyllabic acrobatic with the tragic panoramic Looking at the footage, everybody in a total panic Hyper-slick delivery, shivering my timber, see Never cross the boundary of the animal facility (Never that) Keep it strictly human, what the devil was you doing? Now the forum message boards are permanently busy viewing. [Chorus] [Heavy wobbly bassline drop] Mr. Hands, yeah he took a different stance Took a gamble in the stable, did not leave it up to chance (No way) Heavy breathing in the barn, tangled in the farmyard yarn Now his Wikipedia page is ringing the alarm (Ring the alarm) Skipping on the two-step, tripping on the hooves, yep Looking for the rhythm but he made the fatal moves, yep. Wobble in the bassline, wobble in the waistline Pushed it to the limit, stepping over every safe line. [Bridge] [Bass Breakdown] Hold up, let the wobble hit. (Wub wub wub wub) Just let the organ spin. Speed garage flavour for the cardinal sin. It is a cautionary tale, for the fellas in the mail Keep it standard, keep it human, or you are gonna fail. (Listen) [Verse 3] [Double time vocal cadence] Rapid-fire terminology, dodging the biology I am spitting out the facts without a single damn apology Secretive society, breaching the propriety Causing an eruption of suburbanite anxiety Tape is in the V-H-S, leaving an unholy mess Who is pressing play? Well it is anybody's bloody guess. Skippy with the hi-hat, looking at the format Left him in the dirt like a welcome to the door mat. [Chorus] [Maximum bass distortion] Mr. Hands, yeah he took a different stance Took a gamble in the stable, did not leave it up to chance (No way) Heavy breathing in the barn, tangled in the farmyard yarn Now his Wikipedia page is ringing the alarm (Ring the alarm) Skipping on the two-step, tripping on the hooves, yep Looking for the rhythm but he made the fatal moves, yep. [Outro] [Fading synth stabs] Yeah. Enumclaw. Two-thousand-and-five. Keep it strictly two-step, yeah? Leave the livestock alone. [Beat fades to vinyl crackle]
