[Lyric] Triple Forte (The Flattened Soles)

Ah, Wario
Do it you magnificent stereotypical bastard

The treacherous evil-doers that reside on my fingers
I do what I can but never come out the winner
The things I do to stop them are never enough
But now I fight em off cause I play punk

The blisters on my fingers
Have never gone away
They're always there
When I want to play my bass
Charlotte's fine but I can't find
The will to go on

Force field fingers slicе the demon soul
Ever sincе I found the bass man I've been whole
I tried to warn them of the shock and awe
The demon got fucked up and now we don't brawl

Cause the blisters on my fingers
Have never gone away
They're always there
When I want to play my bass
Charlotte's fine but I can't find
The will to go on
But now
The time for their demise has come