Oh so long ago
You used to be his bro
Then you shot him in the back and left him for the crows
Now you've got your piles of dough
And your Godzilla ego
But your list of foes
Just grows and grows and grows and grows
You’re always doing a Variety of Damage
Rolling down hill
Ugly loud and ill
Locked tight in a golden jail
Don’t have much time but lots of time to kill
Damage-fire in the hole-Damage-knife to the throat
Damage-demon in your soul-Damage-heads are gonna roll
Once so big now so little
Now one, once was a million
All amounts to nil
Killed by your own snake oil
What a nasty pill
Obit penned by your own quill
Cut in half on your own rail
But even more you lash out still
You’re always doing a Variety of Damage
Only power quenches your thirst
Won’t stop til hell is unleashed
To see all good vanquished
Your one and only wish
X
Out your checklist its so old and yellowish
You low down dirty rotten good for nothing zilch