Since my musical tastes differ by the hour, I come across a lot of awesomely weird songs. And since I know for a fact that the Escapist is full of weird people who listen to weird music, I figured I'd see what insane lyrics you could show me. As far as bizarre lyrics my two favorite songs have to be Escape From the Prison Planet by Clutch, or The Electric Version by The New Pornographers.
<spoiler=Escape From the Prison Planet>
Then Against My Better Judgment I Went Walking Out That Door.
I Smiled At One Person Then I Nodded To Three More.
One Man Asked Me For A Dollar, I Asked Him, "What's It For?"
He Said, "I Have Seen Them." I Said, "O.K., It's Yours."
And As Featured On The MTV, The Local High School Lets Out,
And The Town Becomes Anarchy.
Parties Are Crashed, Skid Marks Are Measured.
The Story's In The Paper, You May Read It At Your Leisure.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
And To The Tune Of A Billion Dollars, I Supplied To The D.O.E.
Some Tasty Little Nuggets Of Alien Technology.
And As One Might Expect, I've Been Harassed For Years.
The Men In Black Have Been Bending My Ear.
As A Matter Of Fact, They Were Just Here Today,
But I Escaped Them Through A Secret Passageway.
Once I Lived There For One Thousand Days.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
I Have Plans For The Future, Guess They're Futuristic Plans.
Move Out West And Buy Some Desert Lands.
Maybe Up North, Just Past Alaska.
You Know Nothing Of This If They Ask You.
Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's Coming Over.
So Honey Clear The Airstrip And Light Up That Stove.
By Jove, I Think It's Started. Oh Yeah,
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Billion People Harvest On Mars.
Rebuild The Remnants Of The Obelisk,
One Mile From The Pyramid.
Escape From The Planet Of The Apes.
Go Forth, Ad Infinitum.
Return The Relics To The Elephant.
And Atlantis Rises.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Ejector Seat Ignite.
Billion People Harvest On Mars.
Rebuild The Remnants Of The Obelisk,
One Mile From The Pyramid.
Escape From The Planet Of The Apes.
Go Forth, Ad Infinitum.
Return The Relics To The Elephant.
And Atlantis Rises.
<spoiler=The Electric Version> The sound of God is the screech of tires,
lights and magnets,
bolts and wires,
strayed from the road,
this very one
Still to come,
the sound of tires is the sound of God,
the electric version
The power and blood will pulse through your song,
just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
streaming out of the magnets
Strung together like Christmas lights,
twelve whole seconds of history might
lead you from where you went off the track
welcome back
Our electric version calls,
you alone create the full spectrum of light,
so what could go wrong?
Just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
streaming out of the magnets (x3)
The card you're dealt
by the crowd goes wild,
make believe you are an only child
Here are the clothes,
please put them on
Still to come,
a new parade of faith and sparks,
the electric version harks back to the day when there was no wrong
just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
streaming out of the magnets, (x3)
<spoiler=Escape From the Prison Planet>
Then Against My Better Judgment I Went Walking Out That Door.
I Smiled At One Person Then I Nodded To Three More.
One Man Asked Me For A Dollar, I Asked Him, "What's It For?"
He Said, "I Have Seen Them." I Said, "O.K., It's Yours."
And As Featured On The MTV, The Local High School Lets Out,
And The Town Becomes Anarchy.
Parties Are Crashed, Skid Marks Are Measured.
The Story's In The Paper, You May Read It At Your Leisure.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
And To The Tune Of A Billion Dollars, I Supplied To The D.O.E.
Some Tasty Little Nuggets Of Alien Technology.
And As One Might Expect, I've Been Harassed For Years.
The Men In Black Have Been Bending My Ear.
As A Matter Of Fact, They Were Just Here Today,
But I Escaped Them Through A Secret Passageway.
Once I Lived There For One Thousand Days.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
I Have Plans For The Future, Guess They're Futuristic Plans.
Move Out West And Buy Some Desert Lands.
Maybe Up North, Just Past Alaska.
You Know Nothing Of This If They Ask You.
Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's Coming Over.
So Honey Clear The Airstrip And Light Up That Stove.
By Jove, I Think It's Started. Oh Yeah,
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Billion People Harvest On Mars.
Rebuild The Remnants Of The Obelisk,
One Mile From The Pyramid.
Escape From The Planet Of The Apes.
Go Forth, Ad Infinitum.
Return The Relics To The Elephant.
And Atlantis Rises.
Get Out.
Eject.
Escape From The Prison Planet.
Ejector Seat Ignite.
Billion People Harvest On Mars.
Rebuild The Remnants Of The Obelisk,
One Mile From The Pyramid.
Escape From The Planet Of The Apes.
Go Forth, Ad Infinitum.
Return The Relics To The Elephant.
And Atlantis Rises.
<spoiler=The Electric Version> The sound of God is the screech of tires,
lights and magnets,
bolts and wires,
strayed from the road,
this very one
Still to come,
the sound of tires is the sound of God,
the electric version
The power and blood will pulse through your song,
just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
streaming out of the magnets
Strung together like Christmas lights,
twelve whole seconds of history might
lead you from where you went off the track
welcome back
Our electric version calls,
you alone create the full spectrum of light,
so what could go wrong?
Just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
streaming out of the magnets (x3)
The card you're dealt
by the crowd goes wild,
make believe you are an only child
Here are the clothes,
please put them on
Still to come,
a new parade of faith and sparks,
the electric version harks back to the day when there was no wrong
just as long as it sounds lost (x3)
streaming out of the magnets, (x3)
