Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Told You So, artist - The Stupendium.
Date of issue: 22.09.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Told You So |
Remember me? |
I’m that guy |
That you laughed at constantly all the time |
‘Cause I’d hoard supplies, read message boards online |
So for the breakout, my safe house was boarded tight |
And now look, when it’s dark and dire |
Can’t get online to look up how to start a fire |
Don’t suck up to me, I know what your heart desires |
All my survival rations, fashion, spare parts and pliers |
I got the tools that you need, so for expertise, to me they run |
So living my life as a hermit had benefits, now about time that I had me some |
fun |
Pick up a pistol, I’m painting th walls, bat in my fist and I’m breaking their |
jaws |
The biggr the git, then the harder they fall, shouldn’t brag, but I knew I was |
right all along, ha! |
They laughed and rolled their eyes |
When I hoarded gas and stockpiled supplies |
One little societal collapse and wow! |
Tell me Dad, who’s laughing now? |
‘Cause now we’re ridden with Ridden, well I’ll be bidding good riddance |
To the miserable existence I was so sick of living |
Used to sit and kill time, now I fill my time killing |
All the bitten idiots who didn’t sit up and listen |
I don’t miss ‘em, nah, I never was the chatty type |
Ain’t saying I’m okay with genocidal parasites |
World burns, but it’s spinning and we yearn for rotisserie |
That worm turned life to a deadly kind of paradise |
Cleaners swapped the mop and the suds |
For a Molotov, Glock and some buckets of blood |
I was Armageddon prepping, you were up in the club |
It’s my turn for fun, you can run but I told you so |
As the dead come to call and the darkness descends |
At the end of it all’s where the party begins |
Yes, we’re sad you were mauled, but it’s hard to pretend |
We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends |
So get busy running, but we saw it coming |
You thought it was funny when my oven had a gun in |
We were stocking up, but you were mocking all the warnings |
Now we’re far too busy killing Ridden to be mourning |
Yes, it’s awful to gloat |
Even so we just hope that you know |
We told you so |
We told you so |
Used to always tell me I should check my head |
‘You're mental' now their bodies have been Left 4 Dead |
Not vengeful, but I’m gunning like an FPS |
No dental, this ain’t covered by the NHS |
Metal to the heart like a pacemaker, I don’t need your stupid money, |
that’s just waste paper |
I’m a game changer, call this grave dangers and they waking up Twenty Eight |
Days Later |
Ain’t nobody care about their Facebook status, know that I’ve been practicing |
with Space Invaders |
Village became ridden, I’ve been staying hidden, I can be the one to light them |
up ‘cause man, I hate my neighbours |
I’ll shoot my zombie mother, know I wouldn’t even hesitate |
I left my room a mess, but now I got no need to decorate |
I don’t even care about these ‘better days' |
‘Cause now I’m shooting all my shots at tallboys like the NBA |
Oi mate, this is what I’ve been waiting all day for |
What my whole life before was foreplay for |
I’m a full-flavoured natural-born raver |
With a great flair for appalling behaviour |
Rule breaker and now there’s no lawmakers |
No rules to break, so I break your face bruh |
Swap it for a footprint, sole trader |
Knocked through the wall like a next door neighbour |
I’m bloody sick of all these Joel Havers |
I’ll blaze them like a bit of rolled paper |
F*ck you, I’m Millwall at away pubs |
In the morning you’ll be lucky if you wake up |
Cracked skulls in the old days down in Bermondsey |
Now the whole world’s on a murder spree |
And there’s nothing to do but disturb the peace |
But better not splash claret on my Burberry, oi! |
As the dead come to call and the darkness descends |
At the end of it all’s where the party begins |
Yes, we’re sad you were mauled, but it’s hard to pretend |
We’re not having a ball as we carve through your friends |
Now I never dreamed I’d become a cleaner |
But I hadn’t fathomed a janitor packing heat and |
Banishing these parasitic phantoms to the ether |
Sanitise the planet as a freaky form of leisure |
Yes, it’s awful to gloat |
Even so we just hope that you know |
We told you so |
We told you so |