"Crash!" lyrics
Made of rock
Round the clock
I'm alone
Because I'm stone
Back in the day, back a ways, we were roommates back at State
Soon to be knee deep in the grand sweep of time and space
They were cheap, so we creeped to the bosom of the base
It was Reed and his tease and a teen and the ace
Imagine me, a pilot, considering the source
Lower east side, Yancy Street, New York
My dad was a drunk, the bottle he wouldn't relinquish
So my brother lead a band of angry juvenile delinquents
My uncle took me in and taught me how to be a man
Became a reaper for the people on a football field for fans
On a scholarship one second, now on a ship that I must land
We crash in a flash, now a monster, not a man
Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked
Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic
I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin
First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim
Navy blue briefs, bright white body suit
Doesn't matter what I'm wearing, they're still staring at a brute
I am not very woke and I also like to smoke
When I'm not clobbering, I'm chompin' on a stoge (Puff! Puff!)
Can't refute I look cute while I pollute the air
Beyond compare, debonair, with the Fantastiflare
I'm solid as a rock and you can't fuck up my hair
Robbie's got a hobby and it's trying not to stare
These days, I'm very liquid, funny coming from a rock
I was once a big kid that was running 'round the block
It was impressive, Reed invested, I became a beneficiary
Now ladies on a mission, always askin' for the missionary
Johnny stole my chick 'cause his shtick is dick moves
Not Alicia but a creature with a negative attitude
I'm still friends with my ex, we caught up and kept it kosher
Now I got a lot of groupies 'cause I'm on a movie poster
Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked
Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic
I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin
First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim
I'm a swollen golem of olden, I'm also a Jew
So I protect myself as well as the health of my crew
Kirby, my creator, known to savor a cigar
Alike in many ways, in many ways he set the bar
Once a soldier fighting fascists, freeing captives from their cages
Now he's back in the basement, packing action in comic pages
Little guys would idolize, love letters by the sack
Kids would come up to the house, his wife would make a snack
I try to do the same with the derelicts from Yancy
Fell asleep outside, they graffitied me something fancy
They harass me, I'm their patsy, focal point of their disdain
I used to be these hoodlums so I don't drum up the pain
Made a youth center, named it after my brother
So I'm trying to do better and I look after others
I remember where I came from and I never turn my back
I might reside inside the Baxter but it's not where I relax
Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked
Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic
I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin
First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim
Made of rock
Round the clock
I'm alone
Because I'm stone
Made of rock
Round the clock
I'm alone
Because I'm stone
Round the clock
I'm alone
Because I'm stone
Back in the day, back a ways, we were roommates back at State
Soon to be knee deep in the grand sweep of time and space
They were cheap, so we creeped to the bosom of the base
It was Reed and his tease and a teen and the ace
Imagine me, a pilot, considering the source
Lower east side, Yancy Street, New York
My dad was a drunk, the bottle he wouldn't relinquish
So my brother lead a band of angry juvenile delinquents
My uncle took me in and taught me how to be a man
Became a reaper for the people on a football field for fans
On a scholarship one second, now on a ship that I must land
We crash in a flash, now a monster, not a man
Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked
Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic
I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin
First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim
Navy blue briefs, bright white body suit
Doesn't matter what I'm wearing, they're still staring at a brute
I am not very woke and I also like to smoke
When I'm not clobbering, I'm chompin' on a stoge (Puff! Puff!)
Can't refute I look cute while I pollute the air
Beyond compare, debonair, with the Fantastiflare
I'm solid as a rock and you can't fuck up my hair
Robbie's got a hobby and it's trying not to stare
These days, I'm very liquid, funny coming from a rock
I was once a big kid that was running 'round the block
It was impressive, Reed invested, I became a beneficiary
Now ladies on a mission, always askin' for the missionary
Johnny stole my chick 'cause his shtick is dick moves
Not Alicia but a creature with a negative attitude
I'm still friends with my ex, we caught up and kept it kosher
Now I got a lot of groupies 'cause I'm on a movie poster
Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked
Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic
I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin
First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim
I'm a swollen golem of olden, I'm also a Jew
So I protect myself as well as the health of my crew
Kirby, my creator, known to savor a cigar
Alike in many ways, in many ways he set the bar
Once a soldier fighting fascists, freeing captives from their cages
Now he's back in the basement, packing action in comic pages
Little guys would idolize, love letters by the sack
Kids would come up to the house, his wife would make a snack
I try to do the same with the derelicts from Yancy
Fell asleep outside, they graffitied me something fancy
They harass me, I'm their patsy, focal point of their disdain
I used to be these hoodlums so I don't drum up the pain
Made a youth center, named it after my brother
So I'm trying to do better and I look after others
I remember where I came from and I never turn my back
I might reside inside the Baxter but it's not where I relax
Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked
Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic
I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin
First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim
Made of rock
Round the clock
I'm alone
Because I'm stone
Made of rock
Round the clock
I'm alone
Because I'm stone
