Tilt Collect 'em all Letras:
Angry little patriarch, you sit upon your
cardboard throne, computer = chip to make you
talk, a bad synthetic baritone. Vengeful one,
exacting = father, you are nothing but a toy, take
your leave you have no power, I = don't fear your
damning voice, bearded one, bellowing a hollow
threat = take your thunder, take your fire, don't
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forget your coronet! Imitation = potentate, stern
expression painted on, mantle made of cellophane
and = brandishing a rubber wand, consecrated
effigy, thousands of your model = sold, assembly
line divinity with simulated thunderbolts! You are
all = powerful among the other toys, modeled and
painted and fiercely employed = with lording over
all the plastic action figurines, collect 'em all,
and = melt 'em down with my acetylene. Submitted
by: Mel
Letras: Collect 'em all Tilt [final]