Crust No One
Lyrics
Intro - Accordion, Piano & Vinyl Static
(Eerie detuned carnival accordion solo into a creepy detuned piano sequence...)
Ghostly Children's Choir - Whispering
(All in all... you're just another brick... in their wall...)
Sarcastic motherly chuckle
(Mm-hmm... remember me? The slice that got away? Watch this...)
I saw the red light flashing in the middle of my skull,
While the cult on the island kept their conversation dull.
[Mocking Voice] "Order up! Delivering a pie, calling it a parable!"
[Deadpan] I'm the surviving slice... and your nightmare is terrible!
Verse 1
Late night knock with a greasy cardboard box,
Cold-blooded cultists trying to bypass all the locks!
Spilling dark secrets from the island flight logs,
Running black-budget kitchens in the deep dark fog.
[Fast Flow] Press secretary sweating at the pizza Gates of Hades!
Running underground kitchens trying to trap the little ladies!
They label it a special—I call it pair of lies,
Just a rotten slice of vice you try to cannibalize!
[Mocking Voice] "Would you like a side of sauce with your order, little lady?"
[Deadpan] Nah! Your delivery is toxic, cannibalistic, and shady!
Pre-Chorus
[Ghostly Choir Chanting] (Surviving slice... cold as ice...)
I’m on this frantic planet where the manic mechanics panic!
Exposing toxic tactics of this pedophilic traffic!
They try to patch the order, but the current’s cutting through—
This surviving slice, cold as ice, looking pretty wicked, cuts made with sacred lines... coming right for you!
Chorus
I’m from the pizza planet and it's completely infested!
[Ghostly Choir] (Infested! Interconnected! Unredacted!)
Every single driver needs to be investigated!
Hold up the flight logs, call out the skit!
Your entire corporate menu is a sick counterfeit!
[Mocking Voice] "Will the man who takes the orders please stand up?"
[Beat drops out] Nah, sit down—You cannibal clowns!
[Heavy wobbly bass drop] NAM just flipped the script and muted your sound!
No corporate coverup, no island delay,
The surviving slice is shutting down the kitchen today!
Verse 2
Fast Multi-Syllabic Flow
Look at this infested pizza planet full of plastic and panic,
Systematic pedophilic syndicates erratic and manic!
The soda's flat like their lines, and there's some scales in my food!
Serving up cold venom with a slimy attitude!
[Mocking Voice] "We got special island toppings for the corporate executive!"
[Deadpan] You got M-A-N spelled backwards taking orders consecutive!
They spread the fear on islands with their dough-minion rules—
Now this surviving slice is back to execute the fools!
Your order ticket static goes straight into the trash,
As the fire of revelation turns the kitchen into ash!
Pre-Chorus
[Ghostly Choir Chanting] (Surviving slice... cold as ice...)
I’m on this frantic planet where the manic mechanics panic!
Exposing toxic tactics of this pedophilic traffic!
They try to patch the order, but the current’s cutting through—
This surviving slice, cold as ice, looking pretty wicked, cuts made with sacred lines... coming right for you!
Chorus
I’m from the pizza planet and it's completely infested!
[Ghostly Choir] (Infested! Interconnected! Unredacted!)
Every single driver needs to be investigated!
Hold up the flight logs, call out the skit!
Your entire corporate menu is a sick counterfeit!
[Mocking Voice] "Will the man who takes the orders please stand up?"
Nah, sit down—You cannibal clowns!
NAM just flipped the script and muted your sound!
No corporate coverup, no island delay,
The surviving slice is shutting down the kitchen today!
Bridge
The ICE truck that loves to cream—speeding down the street,
While the order-taker giving orders ties a leash upon his feet!
You thought you ate the evidence? You thought you wiped the slate?
The surviving slice is standing right inside your garden gate!
Don't underestimate the Mommas!
You dare to threaten littles, You're at our mercy, Promise!
Outro
No more hidden clubs. No more island flight traps.
No Propaganda lobotomies through stereos with repetitive songs.
This surviving slice, cold as ice, looking pretty wicked, cuts made with sacred lines.
[Ghostly Choir] (Just another brick... in their wall...)
[Accordion and detuned piano sequence fades to record scratch]
End