Close To Good Slugs
[Verse 1]
At the top of the mountain of power
The mighty race steadily evolves
Some reach for the greatest in limits
While others eventually fall down
And outside is introduced the balance
To test the foundation of these
Oblivious reign may soon ascertain
That the tapping has left lasting marks
Nah nah na nah nah
Nah nah na nah nah
Nah nah na nah nah nah
[Verse 2]
Now the slugs, they lay here on the ground floor
All the bigwigs are still up on the cliff
And travel down for the genocidal consumption
Chuck's theory it still remains today
The appetite of the strong is grumbling
As their eyes roll back atop a smile
And the holy dinner bells, they ring off way in the distance
Come with us, it's feeding time
[Verse 3]
Come and get it
They can't go far
Follow that slime to the bitter end
Come and get it
Though they may taste of tar
It's all the same comin' out your back end, yeah
Look around at all your fellow mates
They're brutally feasting on their former own
Keep in mind that you may be the next one
Looking up in the eyes as they chomp down on your bones
Nah nah na nah nah
Nah nah na nah nah
Nah nah na nah nah nah
Nah nah na nah nah
Nah nah na nah nah
Nah nah na nah nah nah
(Burp)