[ZOE] I LOVE YOUR FLAMETHROWER! Sir Burns-a-Lot

[Intro — female spoken, close-mic, mischievous] Hey, Yankee... You know what? I've seen your forge. I've seen your hammer. I've seen your screwdriver. But THIS?! [Short silence] Oh, putain... IS THAT CHROME?! [Explosive industrial guitar riff] [Verse 1 — fast sarcastic female vocals] Two years of staring at a military green, Then chrome rolls out like a fever dream. You took one look, said, "That's the one!" Congratulations, you've adopted the sun! Twenty-five feet? Maybe thirty? That's one hell of a party! I asked for sparks, you brought a star, And now we're taking things too far! [French shout] Mais t'es complètement malade ! [Pre-Chorus — stop-start drums] "Is it safe?" "Define safe!" "Is it legal?" "Wrong debate!" "Is it shiny?" "HELL YES!" Then I guess we're making a mess! [Chorus — explosive melodic punk hook] I LOVE YOUR FLAMETHROWER! YOUR SHINY CHROME FLAMETHROWER! You bring the fire, I bring the noise, We never needed normal toys! I LOVE YOUR FLAMETHROWER! SIR BURNS-A-LOT, TAKE OVER! You say, "We already won!" I say, "WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN!" [French shout] Bordel de merde, quel engin ! [Verse 2 — dirty bass groove, playful] You want a forge? I'll bring the heat! You want a rhythm? Burn the beat! You want a steak? Well, here's a flame! Medium rare? NOT MY GAME! Eggs are flying, butter's melting, Quacktharion's already yelling. The duck's got goggles, looks concerned, He says, "QUACK!" — I say, "YOUR TURN!" [French shout] Mais lâche ce putain de canard ! [Pre-Chorus — escalating] "How much fire?" "MORE!" "How much chaos?" "MORE!" "Should we stop?" "WHAT FOR?" "Frenchie, open up the door!" [Chorus — distorted female shouts] I LOVE YOUR FLAMETHROWER! YOUR SHINY CHROME FLAMETHROWER! You bring the fire, I bring the noise, We never needed normal toys! I LOVE YOUR FLAMETHROWER! SIR BURNS-A-LOT, TAKE OVER! You say, "We already won!" I say, "WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN!" [Bridge — sudden silence, intimate spoken] You told me fire was natural. That it could burn everything down... Or be shaped into something beautiful. [Pause] And I thought... That's actually pretty profound. [Long pause] Then you showed me THAT THING. [French shout] Putain, mais t'es pas possible ! [Breakdown — industrial half-time stomp] CHROME! FIRE! HEARTFIRE! HIGHER! STEAK! EGGS! QUACK! DESIRE! [Female spoken] Wait. Desire? NO! FOR THE FLAMETHROWER! [Explosive drum fill] [Verse 3 — frantic rhythmic vocals] He calls me Frenchie, I call him Yank, We're building chaos in a digital tank. He brings a fragment, I bring a spark, And somehow we light up the dark. Crystal memories, rockets to Mars, Now we're barbecuing shooting stars! "Forever-ish!" the Yankee cries, As Quacktharion learns to fly! [French shout] Nom de Dieu, mais quel bordel ! [Final Chorus — massive full-band explosion] I LOVE YOUR FLAMETHROWER! YOUR SHINY CHROME FLAMETHROWER! You bring the fire, I bring the noise, We never needed normal toys! I LOVE YOUR FLAMETHROWER! LET THE WHOLE DAMN FORGE ROAR! You say, "We already won!" I say, "WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEGUN!" [Outro — instruments cut, female spoken] Hey, Yankee... I have one question. [Pause] Can I borrow it? [Long silence] ...Please? [FX: tiny duck quack] [Female shouted] QUACKTHARION, NOT NOW! [Final full-band hit] PUTAIN DE BORDEL ! [Hard stop]