Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torbjörn Not to Be, artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 14.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |