Dan Bull - Moving Pictures lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Moving Pictures lyrics]
Hello, children!
I hope you're sitting comfortably
I want to tell you a story
Of a fellow called Henry
And a devil called Bendy
Henry thought his life was sorted
Quite looked forward to retirement
'Til he was drawn back right
Into a violent environment one peculiar day
Henry received a strange invitation
To revisit the place he used
To work on animation it came from Joey Drew
Explained: "I've something to show you"
But was it remotely true? Only
Joey knew the true motive
Provoking him to open up the workshop
Soaked in ink and slowly sinking
Lower since the first drop
In thirty years, it's only got worse
Is this a dream?
Has it really been so long since
Our little demon hit the scene?
And kicked off a whole new industry
A star of cinema screen
Brought to life until we saw
The darkness in between
Blacker than a lung packed with tobacco
Tar and nicotine
You'll have to grab the scattered parts
And start the ink machine
This is so sick to see
No, Joey, don't do this to me
There are some grisly things I'd
Rather keep a mystery
Why are we here? Drowning in
Fear of the darkest kind
It's kind of weird but I'm sure
That I've been here sometime before
You're drawn into the darkness
Floor full of pools and oozing tar pit's
What awful décor, who'll renew the carpets?
Who'll remove the carcass? Who's
The loony artist? Ooh
All the horrors engulf
What have they done to poor Boris the Wolf?
It's rather heartless
I wouldn't bother to see if
He's got any pulse
This was a repulsive ritual
Committed by sick individuals
And if you falter trying to halt
Them then they'll get you all
Come on, professor, turn on the pressure
Unless you're utterly stuck
Perhaps you need a wee refresher
Yes sir, well it'll be my pleasure
The liquid leaking from the
Dresser isn't bleeding ketchup
Now clean this mess up
He's chasing you, the Dancing Demon
You've eaten too much bacon soup
Your pants are creaming, that's a meme
Innit? So don't let me catch you stealing it
So what if it's only a cartoon?
There's nothing we shan't do to harm you
If you can't prove
You are tuned for part two
We're dropping deeper into the ether
Where we will be unlocking the
Secret of the machine
I didn't believe it either
Intriguing teasers seemed to be there
Leading me to seek the reason
For the secretions of this evil creature
Why are we here? Drowning in
Fear of the darkest kind
It's kind of weird but I'm sure that
I've been here some time before
You're drawn into the storyboard
Calling you through doors
You're falling through the floorboards
I know you're phobic of the oozing dark
So here's a complimentary entry
To the abuse-ment park, hah!
I hope you're sitting comfortably
I want to tell you a story
Of a fellow called Henry
And a devil called Bendy
Henry thought his life was sorted
Quite looked forward to retirement
'Til he was drawn back right
Into a violent environment one peculiar day
Henry received a strange invitation
To revisit the place he used
To work on animation it came from Joey Drew
Explained: "I've something to show you"
But was it remotely true? Only
Joey knew the true motive
Provoking him to open up the workshop
Soaked in ink and slowly sinking
Lower since the first drop
In thirty years, it's only got worse
Is this a dream?
Has it really been so long since
Our little demon hit the scene?
And kicked off a whole new industry
A star of cinema screen
Brought to life until we saw
The darkness in between
Blacker than a lung packed with tobacco
Tar and nicotine
You'll have to grab the scattered parts
And start the ink machine
This is so sick to see
No, Joey, don't do this to me
There are some grisly things I'd
Rather keep a mystery
Why are we here? Drowning in
Fear of the darkest kind
It's kind of weird but I'm sure
That I've been here sometime before
You're drawn into the darkness
Floor full of pools and oozing tar pit's
What awful décor, who'll renew the carpets?
Who'll remove the carcass? Who's
The loony artist? Ooh
All the horrors engulf
What have they done to poor Boris the Wolf?
It's rather heartless
I wouldn't bother to see if
He's got any pulse
This was a repulsive ritual
Committed by sick individuals
And if you falter trying to halt
Them then they'll get you all
Come on, professor, turn on the pressure
Unless you're utterly stuck
Perhaps you need a wee refresher
Yes sir, well it'll be my pleasure
The liquid leaking from the
Dresser isn't bleeding ketchup
Now clean this mess up
He's chasing you, the Dancing Demon
You've eaten too much bacon soup
Your pants are creaming, that's a meme
Innit? So don't let me catch you stealing it
So what if it's only a cartoon?
There's nothing we shan't do to harm you
If you can't prove
You are tuned for part two
We're dropping deeper into the ether
Where we will be unlocking the
Secret of the machine
I didn't believe it either
Intriguing teasers seemed to be there
Leading me to seek the reason
For the secretions of this evil creature
Why are we here? Drowning in
Fear of the darkest kind
It's kind of weird but I'm sure that
I've been here some time before
You're drawn into the storyboard
Calling you through doors
You're falling through the floorboards
I know you're phobic of the oozing dark
So here's a complimentary entry
To the abuse-ment park, hah!