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one shell, two shell, red shell, blue shell - rock, paper, cynic lyrics

[chiykowski]
one sh*ll, two sh*ll, red sh*ll, blue sh*ll
death on swift wings comes for you sh*ll
it’s a car race, not an arms race
so why can’t you see
how there used to be
koopa troopas
on koopa troopa beach?

[krackle]
we’re all born at the finish line
everything’s fine
waiting for the starting chime
the light turns
press a hard burn
triggered thumbs twitch at the same time

[chiykowski]
racing like stallions
with irate italians
they’re not drunk, but they’ve been hitting the boos
watch out for wario
this means war
you shouldn’t drive if you’re that high on shrooms

[electric guitar solo]
[krackle]
one sh*ll, two sh*ll, red sh*ll, blue sh*ll
death on swift wings comes for you sh*ll
it’s a car race, not an arms race
so why can’t you see
how there used to be
koopa troopas
on koopa troopa beach?

[chiykowski]
brother versus brother
fungus versus others
there’s no surrender, no giving up
peach and daisy are swerving like crazy
two girls one mushroom cup

[krackle]
but you can’t spell car without heart
unless you spell it correctly
the heart wants what it wants
the same super smash
we can all double dash
right past the traps, deadly jumps, and deadly thwomps

[chiykowski]
one sh*ll, two sh*ll, red sh*ll, blue sh*ll
[krackle]
death on swift wings comes for you sh*ll

[chiykowski]
it’s a car race, not an arms race
so why can’t you see

[krackle]
how there used to be
koopa troopas
on koopa troopa beach?

[warrock]
yeah! adam warrock! one two *
when the sh*lls hit the ground, your balloon goes pop
when that red light blinks, and your whole life stops
for a minute hit the pedal when your go*kart settles
when that thundercloud hovers and you feel so small
it’s not a road made of rainbows here in the flower cup
taking down each other to the person that’s been powered up
get the advantage in the race on every single track
close to the edge, but lakitu doesn’t bring me back
this my green sh*ll, throwing in the company
this my red sh*ll, person right in front of me
this my blue sh*ll, [?] shot
heavy is the head that wears the plumber hat, full stop
this the rat race, loser take part first
jam it on the bumpers when you head into the sharp turns
[krackle]
one sh*ll

[chiykowski]
one sh*ll

[krackle]
two sh*ll

[chiykowski]
two sh*ll

[krackle]
red sh*ll

[chiykowski]
red sh*ll

[krackle]
blue sh*ll

[chiykowski]
blue sh*ll

[krackle]
death on

[chiykowski]
death on

[krackle]
swift wings

[chiykowski]
swift wings

[chiykowski & krackle]
comes for you sh*ll
it’s a car race, not an arms race
so why can’t you see
how there used to be
koopa troopas
on koopa troopa beach
beach

- rock paper cynic lyrics

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