In a world juggling between eco-concern and confetti, Shaka Ponk invites us to a quirky party in a post-apocalyptic bunker, where truth is as flexible as rubber. These lyrics humorously spotlight the contradictions of modern life, merging paranoia with nonchalance. They critique the "Climat-Criminals" and "Mister Know-it-all," who turn a blind-eye to mounting environmental chaos while reveling in their bubble of superiority. Meanwhile, they echo the irony of ignoring planetary perils with a cereal-filled optimism. Think of it as dancing in a burning room where the DJ's a cicada—nature's rhythm won’t stop just because we can’t keep pace. This tongue-in-cheek reflection leaves us pondering: will humanity wake up from its bunker mentality before it’s too late, or continue savoring Cheerios on a sinking ship? Either way, there's always a party somewhere; just hope it's not your last one.
Bunker
Lyrics
Let's get it started!
You and me, we are the people, ordinary
True and free in our solid democracy
He and she, they are the people of the dirt
They say that overseas
There are fishes in the desert
Don't you get the voice behind the wall
Don't you see the Climat-Criminal
No more scare me Mista Know-it-all
I'm better, stronger, rich and beautiful
Let's get it on, show me where the party's at
In the bunker, sub-superior
Ding dong, tell me the Cicada song
In the bunker, so much easier
What goes around always comes around
Everybody's up when everything is down
Time is up, show me where the party's at
Hey, hey, hey
Let's get it started!
I'm okay, but there's a dead bee on my pillow
Feeling great, with my honey nut Cheerios
In my bunker
It's like the summer last forever
It's much too late to stop
Won't you cut that shit!
Don't you hear the cracking on the wall
Don't you fear the Climat-Criminal
Don't believe what they talk about
'Cause Mama Nature always works it out!
Let's get it on, show me where the party's at
In the bunker, sub-superior
Ding dong, tell me the Cicada song
Let's get it started, let's get it started
I'm blind, you're dead
Just wanna be mister rich retarded
You died, I'm scared
Just wanna be in my bunker's party
Yeah, let's get it
Yeah, let's get it
Let's get it started
Let's get it on, show me where the party's at
In the bunker, sub-superior
Ding dong, tell me the Cicada song
In the bunker, so much easier
What goes around always comes around
Everybody's up when everything's down
Time is up, show me where the party's at
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
It's open
Young lady, you sit there, I'll be right back
Grosser good will, plus volume, selling displays, well now
Suppose an attractive young lady were to ride the room with this Phil Dudley
How are you today?
Eh, me feel lousy
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that
If I go, I'll go
Writer(s): FRANCOIS CHARON, SOFIA ACHOUN, YOHAN MEUNIER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © LILI LOUISE MUSIQUE, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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