They Thawed Me Out to Save a Buck (Dub Version)

New Wave Rock, Funk Pop, Dance Rock, 80s Groove

[Verse 1 | Smooth, Expressive, Solo Vocal]
Sorry, humans. Warmest day, wildfires, acid rain.
Drought-specific, salted landfills, no pistachios.
Go Atari, my prescriptions, human nature, air pollution;
Guaranteed a bad idea, Americans will owe.

[Chorus | Strong, Layered Harmonies, Funk Groove]
Burning Earth, plagued farms, gamma rays, plutonium,
Con-doors cry, cyanide, and the ashes in the sky.
Coal power, benzene — yeah, it’s too late to go green.
Martiana, kamikaze, satire, and sapphires.

[Bridge | Whispered, Reverbed, Theatrical Tension]
Creepy doc, mild attack, garlic breath, white slacks.
Stealin’ pills, twitchy eyes — I seen him sharpen steak knives.
Euro creep in med bay suite,
Blood bags missing and his shoes too neat.
Memory gaps and crew unrest,
He smiles like a grinch in a Christmas vest.

[Verse 2 | Sultry, Spoken-Word Groove, Clean Guitar]
Says “You’re fine,” while my brain runs dry,
Told me “Trust me,” but I saw him fly.
My nerves were shook, lights blinked twice,
I heard Gwen scream through the water pipes.
Cold sweat, old ghosts — all make sense,
If the doc’s undead, It's self-defense.

[Chorus | Belted, Call-and-Response Harmonies]
They thawed me out to save a buck—
Fixed my cancer but my brain was fu-fu-funny
They don’t believe me.
I am chosen, the hero in the smoke,
The last real man to cleanse a ship broke.
I flick that Bic — follow the screams,
I talk to ghosts and they call it dreams.

[Final Chorus | Anthemic, Multi-Layered, New Wave Shine]
They said I’m cracked — I say divine.
You see chaos — I see design.
Gloria blushes when I speak her name,
Call me Bob, call me god — it’s all the same.
They thawed me out to save a buck—
Fixed my cancer but my brain was
Fu-fu-funny… they don’t… they don’t… believe… me…

[Outro | Spoken Echo, Drum Fade]
(Spoken:)
Burning Earth, plagued farms, gamma rays, plutonium,
Con-doors cry, cyanide, and the ashes in the sky.
Coal power, benzene — yeah, it’s too late to go green.
Martiana, kamikaze, satire, and sapphires.
They thawed me out to save a buck—
Fixed my cancer but our Earth was
Fu-fu-fucked.

[full stop]

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[Riff-Based Opening | Spoken-Word, Bass Groove] (spoken:) “They said I had cancer — I said ‘Fix me later.’ Signed up for ten CDs, never paid that Columbia traitor. Lit one last smoke and gave ‘em the bird, Said, ‘Freeze me up and thaw me out, when you cure the cancer curse.’” [Verse 1 | Smooth, Expressive, Solo Vocal] Sorry, humans. Warmest day, wildfires, acid rain. Drought-specific, salted landfills, no pistachios. Go Atari, my prescriptions, human nature, air pollution; Guaranteed a bad idea, Americans will owe. [Chorus | Strong, Layered Harmonies, Funk Groove] Burning Earth, plagued farms, gamma rays, plutonium, Con-doors cry, cyanide, and the ashes in the sky. Coal power, benzene — yeah, it’s too late to go green. Martiana, kamikaze, satire, and sapphires. [Bridge | Whispered, Reverbed, Theatrical Tension] Creepy doc, mild attack, garlic breath, white slacks. Stealin’ pills, twitchy eyes — I seen him sharpen steak knives. Euro creep in med bay suite, Blood bags missing and his shoes too neat. Memory gaps and crew unrest, He smiles like a grinch in a Christmas vest. [Verse 2 | Sultry, Spoken-Word Groove, Clean Guitar] Says “You’re fine,” while my brain runs dry, Told me “Trust me,” but I saw him fly. My nerves were shook, lights blinked twice, I heard Gwen scream through the water pipes. Cold sweat, old ghosts — all make sense, If the doc’s undead, It's self-defense. [Chorus | Belted, Call-and-Response Harmonies] They thawed me out to save a buck— Fixed my cancer but my brain was fu-fu-funny They don’t believe me. I am chosen, the hero in the smoke, The last real man to cleanse a ship broke. I flick that Bic — follow the screams, I talk to ghosts and they call it dreams. [Final Chorus | Anthemic, Multi-Layered, New Wave Shine] They said I’m cracked — I say divine. You see chaos — I see design. Gloria blushes when I speak her name, Call me Bob, call me god — it’s all the same. They thawed me out to save a buck— Fixed my cancer but my brain was Fu-fu-funny… they don’t… they don’t… believe… me… [Outro | Spoken Echo, Drum Fade] (Spoken:) Burning Earth, plagued farms, gamma rays, plutonium, Con-doors cry, cyanide, and the ashes in the sky. Coal power, benzene — yeah, it’s too late to go green. Martiana, kamikaze, satire, and sapphires. They thawed me out to save a buck— Fixed my cancer but our Earth was Fu-fu-fucked. [full stop]

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