Pods Ego Party
We power keepers hold the key To turn your negativity Into sun... and light We'll do this trick tonight Wherever these four demons go In every city on the road The stage is a conduit To turn the other bands to shit We are the top up of the world Giving hints to boys and girls Telling them stupendous stories Yo, bro, we got glory Listen to that magic bass Gaze at my majestic face Our new block beat will knock you dead We need wheelbarrows for our heads! CHORUS: Right on! I am the master fact I'll tell you how to act I see everything Encompass all your dreams I'll say what's bad and good So, right on! Right on! Oh myself, myself, myself There are no words that could quite tell How deep I am to know for you What to speak and think and do So fall and praise the Pods' bright name Play our delicious little game God and Satan both agree Everything begins with me! CHORUS Big pay to puck pa ba daby Big pay to puck pa pa da Big ba to bick bo da beeper Big bay to bo ba ba da Pibbedi bop ba do bop ba beeper Pibbedi dot to bo ba ba da Bob bop bop to bo bop ba dita Ba ba ba ba bo da da da
