(Intro) (A breaking news alert siren sounds: WEE-OOO-WEE-OOO! A heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in, sounding like bricks crumbling. A deep, guttural roar echoes.) Verse 1 Now the suit doesn't fit and the temper is hot I’m growing hair in places where I’d rather not! Call me George, call me Ralph, call me Lizzie the green I’m the biggest sprite that the city has seen I’m climbing up the bricks of the First National Bank To use the rooftop antenna for a little prank! Pre-Chorus Punch the window! (Smash!) Grab the TV! (Crash!) Eat the toaster! (Crunch!) Is there anybody home for lunch? Chorus Rampage! Tearing down the town We aren't gonna stop ‘til the building falls down Rampage! Fighting in the street With a helicopter snack that is crunchy and sweet Chicago to St. Louis, we’re a wrecking crew Turning the skyline into a pile of blue! Verse 2 Watch out for the soldier with the rifle in the window He’s shooting little pixels like a stinging mosquito Punch the neon sign, get an electric shock Shake the whole foundation, make the structure rock I’ll grab a lady in a dress for a bonus prize (She screams!) While the tanks roll in under the smoky skies Don’t fall in the water, don’t fall in the pit Just keep on punching ‘til the dynamite is lit! Pre-Chorus Punch the window! (Smash!) Grab the TV! (Crash!) Eat the toaster! (Crunch!) Is there anybody home for lunch? Chorus Rampage! Tearing down the town We aren't gonna stop ‘til the building falls down Rampage! Fighting in the street With a helicopter snack that is crunchy and sweet Chicago to St. Louis, we’re a wrecking crew Turning the skyline into a pile of blue! Bridge (The music stops abruptly. A slide-whistle sound effect plays downward.) Oh no... the health bar is gone. The fur is fading... the scales are drawn. I’m shrinking... shrinking... (A comedic, slow bassline plays) Now I’m just a naked guy covering my shame Sidestepping off the screen of the video game! (Wait! Put another quarter in!) ROAR! Chorus Rampage! Tearing down the town We aren't gonna stop ‘til the building falls down Rampage! Fighting in the street With a helicopter snack that is crunchy and sweet Chicago to St. Louis, we’re a wrecking crew Turning the skyline into a pile of blue! Outro Cleveland... Destroyed. San Francisco... Flat. New York... You’re next! (The song ends with the sound of a building collapsing into dust.)
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