Rustage, Dan Bull, The Stupendium, Shwabadi, Connor Quest! - We Told You So lyrics

Remember me? I'm that guy
That you laughed at constantly all the time
'Cause I'd hoard supplies
Read message boards online
So for the breakout
My safe house was boarded tight
And now look, when it's dark and dire
Can't get online to look up
How to start a fire don't suck up to me
I know what your heart desires
All my survival rations, fashion
Spare parts and pliers
I got the tools that you
Need, so for expertise, to me they run
So living my life as a hermit had benefit's
Now about time that I had me some fun
Pick up a pistol, I'm painting thе walls
Bat in my fist and I'm breaking their jaws
The biggеr the git then the harder they fall
Shouldn't brag but I knew I
Was right all along, ha!


They laughed and rolled their eyes
When I hoarded gas and stockpiled supplies
One little societal collapse and, wow!
Tell me, Dad, who's laughing now?
'Cause now we're ridden with Ridden
Well, I'll be bidding good riddance
To the miserable existence I was
So sick of living used to sit and kill time
Now I fill my time killing
All the bitten idiots who didn't
Sit up and listen i don't miss 'em, nah
I never was the chatty type
Ain't saying I'm okay
With genocidal parasites
World burns but it's spinning and
We yearn for rotisserie
That worm turned life to a
Deadly kind of paradise
Cleaners swapped the mop and the suds
For a molotov
Glock and some buckets of blood
I was armageddon prepping
You were up in the club
It's my turn for fun
You can run but I told you so

As the dead come to call
And the darkness descends
At the end of it all's
Where the party begins
Yes, we're sad you were mauled
But it's hard to pretend
We're not having a ball as
We carve through your friends
So get busy running but we saw it coming
You thought it was funny when my
Oven had a gun in
We were stocking up but you
Were mocking all the warnings
Now we're far too busy killing
Ridden to be mourning
Yes, it's awful to gloat
Even so, we just hope that you know
We told you so we told you so


Used to always tell me I should check my head
"You're mental"
Now their bodies have been left for dead
Not vengeful but I'm gunning like an FPS
No dental, this ain't covered by the NHS
Metal to the heart like a pacemaker
I don't need your stupid money
That's just waste paper
I'm a game changer, call this grave dangers
And they waking up twenty-eight days later
Ain't nobody care about
Their Facebook status
Know that I've been practicing
With Space Invaders village became ridden
I've been staying hidden
I can be the one to light them up 'cause
Man, I hate my neighbours
I'll shoot my zombie mother
Know I wouldn't even hesitate
I left my room a mess but now
I got no need to decorate
I don't even care about
These "better days"
'Cause now I'm shooting all my shots
At tallboys like the NBA

Oi mate
This is what I've been waiting all day for
What my whole life before was foreplay for
I'm a full-flavoured natural-born raver
With a great flair for appalling behaviour
Rule-breaker and now there's no lawmakers
No rules to break so I break your face, bruh
Swap it for a footprint, sole trader
Knocked through the wall like
A next door neighbour
I'm bloody sick of all these Joel Havers
I'll blaze 'em like a bit of rolled paper
Fuck you, I'm Millwall at away pubs
In the morning
You'll be lucky if you wake up
Cracked skulls in the old
Days down in Bermondsey
Now the whole world's on a murder spree
And there's nothing to do
But disturb the peace
But better not splash claret on my Burberry
Oi!


Conner Quest's turn
Here to spit the refrain
Got a real ear worm that'll grip your brain
Put the rave into grave 'til
I burst with gore
So pump the volume, alert the horde

As the dead come to call
And the darkness descends
At the end of it all's
Where the party begins
Yes, we're sad you were mauled
But it's hard to pretend
We're not having a ball as
We carve through your friends
Now I never dreamed I'd become a cleaner
But I hadn't fathomed a
Janitor packing heat and
Banishing these parasitic phantoms
To the ether sanitise the planet as a
Freaky form of leisure
Yes, it's awful to gloat
Even so, we just hope that you know
We told you so we told you so