The Horrordrome

In the bowels of wasteland
Where organic life was short,
A 1990's muffler shop
Repelled the loyalists
And turned into a fort
After the cataclysmic pop.

The Neo-Hessians
Were a cyborg buffer band
Equipped with plasma Claymore clips,
And they were hired
By the rebel high command
To clear the zone of sweeper ships.

So welcome to the Horrordrome my friend,
Maybe that was when which now was then!
Cybernetic mercenary men
Picking off the loyalist regime
With our plessianic carbine beams
We're a philogengineering team.

My name is Farnanar,
I'm systems gengineer.
Hello, I'm Jyb the Oil Boy.
Yo, I'm Kit Kimbell
And I wear a steel brassier.
And we say, "Horrordrome, Ahoy!"

So welcome to the Horrordrome my friend,
Maybe that was when which now was then!
Cybernetic mercenary men...
We don't have to eat or sleep or poo,
We have only cyborg things to do.
Like working on a secret weapon YEAH!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.


(Maury Loeb - co-author)

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Copyright 1992 Zach London