Bombed Out Beat Si

We made it to Brooklyn!

Ssssshhhhhhh!!!!

We made it to Brooklyn!

Sssshhhhhhhh!!!!

We rhymed, and we stole

We all like David Grohl

It's NOT a golden calf

Instead, a brass monkey

What do you think is on my fist B?

I am a monkey

You are a monkey

Ooohh

Ooohh

Aahhh

Aahhh

Ooohh

Ooohh

AAHH

AAHH

My gal still shakes her head

She gets funky like I said

I female monkey gets more krunk

As far as I go, I still get drunk

Roadie as I am

Still connected to some random band

When we get to Brooklyn, we sleep

As far as I can tell you

Both my bike and girl were stolen

I'm playing NYC just so we can spin records

Turn them golden

Midas touch

Out of touch

Without any sleep

You need a crutch

Burnt out on Texas Holdem

We do NOT talk shit when we sleep

The bus is just a rental

But our gold records are for keeps

Beat Mike D with a dust swiffer

He forgets who he is and becomes a non tipper

The rest of us could get no sicker

It was time to get ill, yet we bicker

Yet with our wigs on, we look weird

We learned to land a show

As far as I know

We could rock you off the stage

Like a wizard can take the bus and steer

My lizard brain keeps me insane

The dust bunnies must be smoked again

Some of this is tragic

The rest of it is magical

A rap battle it may be

Cause we can perform better than your mom

The road is open as one can see

This is NOT Speed. There is NO bomb

But Keanu Reeves can ride along

If he brings that smack, Rob Zombie doled out

We will, but Keanu Reeves can ride along

Can take off our shoes

Rock with the soles out

We made it to Brooklyn!

Sssshhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!