Dan Bull - Torbjörn Not to Be lyrics

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 nevеr hesitates
He's unafraid to gеt 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

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)