Lyrics Torbjörn Not to Be - Dan Bull

Torbjörn Not to Be

Like clockwork
What is the name of the person that this song is all about?
His name is Torbjörn, or is it Terbjern?
Whatever your preferred term is, I really don’t care
I’m singing it the way I want to, like it’s burnt fur
If you remember the Omnic Crisis, you weren’t there
The yellow bearded fellow, smeared in oil and grease
The sort you’d even struggle, to scrub off with boiling bleach
He never hesitates, he’s unafraid to get his hands mucky
So if you don’t get splashed, you’re damn lucky
Hands up if your hand’s, just a metal claw
No, not you Doomfist, you missed the metaphor
Aw, he loves Brigitte, deep as Humbert Humbert, loves Lolita
Err, that was just a figure of speech, no need to look police up
Forged in the core of war, it’s Torbjörn (Forged in the core of war,
it’s Torbjörn)
Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf porn (Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf
porn)
Forged in the core of war, it’s Torbjörn (Forged in the core of war,
it’s Torbjörn)
Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf porn (Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf
porn)
It’s total war, when Torby overloads the molten core
What’s the matter, haven’t you ever seen an ult before?
Better bolt the door, before you get your home repoed
By the dwarf, who bought all of the tools, in Home Depot
Better to be the hammer, than the nail getting hit
Better to forge ahead, than later on regretting it
Imagine Willy Messerschmitt, had lit his second spliff
And said «feck it», «no making planes, I’m better as a weaponsmith»
Predicted the Omnic scientists, would make a mess of it
And trigger a bigger crisis, then when the recession hit
Just shift that turret to the right, no, left a bit
We’re trying to find the best position, to set up for wrecking shit
And I reckon, shit’s about to get a bit hectic quick
Your head will end up spinning, like your neck is an electric whisk
How many Dan Bull Overwatch tracks, do you expect exist?
I should sell them on an album, it’s an eclectic disk
Forged in the core of war, it’s Torbjörn (Forged in the core of war,
it’s Torbjörn)
Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf porn (Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf
porn)
Forged in the core of war, it’s Torbjörn (Forged in the core of war,
it’s Torbjörn)
Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf porn (Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf
porn)
Cooking up and chucking hot sauce, build them up, and break them down
Don’t argue, or he’ll barbecue, your face to flavor town
That isn’t the way to use a rivet gun, is it son?
Doesn’t matter, there’s a job to do, we’re going to get it done
Nothing pays off, as hard as hard work
Turning molten metal, into a Dali artwork
His forge is a melting pot
In which he sculpts raw ore, into melting clocks
Manufacturing turrets, as accurate as Swiss watches
Tick tock, ticking you off like TikTok clips
Tip top, don’t be the one he gets pissed off with
Or you’ll get a steel-toed kick, to the coccyx
He’s got a grip like a fist, full of cocked pistons
But he’s just not confident, with picking up chopsticks
But it’s not particularly inhibiting
His curriculum vitae, is infinitely riveting
Forged in the core of war, it’s Torbjörn (Forged in the core of war,
it’s Torbjörn)
Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf porn (Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf
porn)
Forged in the core of war, it’s Torbjörn (Forged in the core of war,
it’s Torbjörn)
Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf porn (Watch him erect, a new form of dwarf
porn)