Launch Off!
No.3 -- smells like poo, sounds like pee.
Martyr!
Lifts his staff, heads are bowed, hear their call.
Feed Off!
The stage is set, knife awaits, lineage.
Bloodline!
Of the fool, rub their palms, worship him.
Closer than you ever wanted me to be with you.
Crack that leg of lamb on your head now you’ll hear me too.
Cry yourself soar.
Now hear me roar.
You know who you are but we love who you are.
Eat now!
Vada Pav. Misal Pav. Ma-ka Pav.
Drink now!
Naarangi. Mosambi. Bhaiyaa!
Chew now!
Haathi Chaap. Guy Chaap. Dokyala taap.
Shit now!
Bhiwandi. Govandi. Take Randi.
You did. You went. You die. You die. Banana!
Maajha naav Gaikwad.
Closer than you ever wanted me to be with you.
Cry yourself soar. Mee zhaala bore.
Bhagaa-bhagaa sachin-cha four.
Cry yourself soar. Yeh dil maange gore.
National chapaal chor.
Zaayu-ya Bangalore!
Fuck the:
Traffic / Potholes / Chakkaas / Virar Local / Squatters / Rickshaws / Bai /
Beggars / Monsoon / Summer / Allergies / Noise / Roadies