The Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets - Big Robot Dinosaur текст песни

Dad's working on something special
Down in the basement
I yelled goodbye as I headed out
To wait for the bus

At school it's the usual tortures
Pushed and tripped in the hall
Hit in the head with a half-eaten orange
Face washed in the snow

Got home so fed-up and angry
My dad came to me
Took me down to the basement and said
"It's finally ready, son!"

My senses reeled, my heart stood still
Before me glowed a glory
Fruit of my father's laborious weekend
Towering three to four stories

We're on the rampage in a robot dinosaur
Me and my dad in his robot dinosaur
We're in the cab of a robot dinosaur
Stop on society, robot dinosaur
My tool of vengeance is a robot dinosaur
Talons ripping, robot dinosaur...