The Stupendium - Way Deeper Down (Live) lyrics

Sans:
So I said 'Patella? I barely know her!'

Papyrus: (Sans)
Sans! Stop your tomfoolery! (aw c'mon)
We are here to stand guard! (fine)
Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans!

Sans:
Eyes out? My eyes came out years ago buddy!
Wait a minute, what do we got here?


They call me Sans
I'm the serif of these parts
Nahh, Just kiddin', I work on a grease cart
Grilling up hot dogs to genocidal toddlers
You can run but I'll know if you restart
If you want a bad time then
You're in the right place
Just look into my eye, see my funny type-face
Well I'm really quite a nice guy
But if you pick a fight
I will hunt you all your
Life through time and space
Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris?
For my fame for making
Things a little humerus?
I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes
Well unless you're my bro
Jokes flow over his head

Sans!? Who's there? you ridiculous scamp!

No-one! It's just an inconspicuous lamp!
(if you ever meet a skeleton
In towels and some wellingtons)
(Just humour him and let him win
And think that he's a champ)
I bet you think you've never met a skeleton?
Well I'll bet you've Metta-ton!
They just had a bunch of
Gooey melanin and flesh upon
But never one was in the
Upper echelon of clever puns
I'll make you laugh or cry depending
On the run you've set upon


We're spooky
Scary sending shivers down your spine
You best prepare for a hilariously bad time!
Every human one day ends
Up six feet underground
But you're heading for a
Grave that's buried way, way deeper down

Nyagh! A human! Call the guards!
Wait a minute that's my job!
To capture and nab you won't be hard
This maze is made WITH ELECTRIC CHARGE!
Wait, how did you get this far?
It took 3 weeks to erect this part!
I genuinely didn't expect this, darn!
How DID you correctly guess this path?!
I am PAPYRUS! Traps set! Armed and ready!
There's medals on my armour already
Oh plus some spaghetti you're nervous! But
Oh that is good spaghetti
Where was I? I keep on forgetting
I am PAPYRUS! Best chef
In the king's brigade!
With the culinary skills to
Leave you flambéed!
It's a shame that after you taste my blade
You won't have space for my Bolognese!

So I guess you could say that they pasta-way?


Sans! Is this how you have to behave?
I'm trying to challenge
This dastardly knave!
But now I've run out of bars
And they just ran away!

We're spooky
Scary sending shivers down your spine
You best prepare for a hilariously bad time!
Every human one day ends
Up six feet underground
But you're heading for a
Grave that's buried way, way deeper down

We're spooky
Scary sending shivers down your spine
I serve spaghetti and incredibly
Good rhymes! NYEH! Every human one day ends
Up six feet underground
But you're heading for a
Grave that's buried way, way deeper down

So you took a little fall? Do you think
You've got the gall
To survive extermination?
Trapped deep below and all you've got
To show is your determination!
There's no tu Toriel it's
Asgore-y as can be! Will the weight of your
Sins leave you Snowdin? There's no mercy!

Who dares disturb me from my slumber?
Stick around, This'll be a fun number
I'm truly versed in tearing
All the universe asunder
I also have a specialty in unlucky spelunkers
I'm a puzzle in a bubble in
The stuff of your dreams
Rupture realities and guzzle on
The stuff in between
You'll be befuddled when I mussel
In and muddle the scenes
Hit the shuffle and I'll tunnel through
The fuzz on your screen
You're in trouble, you see
If you try to tussle with the W d
You'll take a tumble then you'll
Crumble into rubble- debris
I bring the muscle to the scuffle
Plus a couple of beams
But my blasters won't be loud
Enough to muffle your screams
When you're caught in the cycle
Of an undying skeleton
Might as well strive to be
Front of the peloton
Top of my field but out of my elements
Testing your death would be
A welcome experiment
I reign eternal so be certain
That I'm well rehearsed
Rhymes so very fine that every
Line feels like a multi-verse
Every parallel dimension is at my command
But when it comes to spitting fire
I've the matter in hands

We're spooky
Scary sending shivers down your spine
You best prepare for a hilariously bad time!
Every human one day ends
Up six feet underground
But you're heading for a
Grave that's buried way, way deeper down

We're spooky
Scary sending shivers down your spine
I'm outside of time and space but I'm
Afraid you're just out of time!
Every human one day ends
Up six feet underground
But you're heading for a
Grave that's buried way, way deeper down

I’ll get them next time, Sans
You hear me I will!

Way, way deeper down

Let me guess… you can feel it in your BONES?

Way, way deeper down

Eugh… I’m going! Listening to you two
Bicker is making my skin crawl
Metaphorically

Thank you so much!