Clowns on fire, carnies poppin' wheelies, and Patrick Swayze. Where ya goin', huh?

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Meant as a show opener, we rarely play it live. Too many words.

I'm a black belt multi-instrumental mastermind, the faster kind
Of motherf***in' wheelie-poppin' shit-smokin' freaks
Unique, with the magic mystique of the alpha techno caveman geek
Turds, I thin the herd of the bullies & tricksters to which it occurred
To fight me, smite me, you're gonna see lightning slammin' down
Look out, here come's the King of the Carnies plowing into your sweet little town

Make way

I am the pan, made in Japan
Super-f***ing-sonic Superman
I am the pan, I am the pan, I am the pan
Understand?

I'm just dying to bust up the room
To shake up this mummy-lovin' shithole tomb
Here's a joke from a comedy set
That nobody in their right mind's gonna forget
That life is a steep-ass road
That ends with a cliff up above a commode
So throw your money down, money down
And party down, party down
Save a table for The Ultimate Corpse
And light up the city with a flammable clown

Make way

I part the sea of souls, unwashed mass out of control
Here's a gift, a nugget of advice
Stand back or you might get hit with a pie
I'm Swayze, goin' for the lift with an undead clown weighin' 300 lbs.
So take one giant step back, the people in the front can't breath! Pittsburgh!!!

Make way