The Most Fighting-est Champions

Everything dies every 65 million years (oh don't you know it does)
And we're long so overdue,
That we better break out the Jäger and grow on a grin
We had a good run!
All of us bar the host had a good one now,
(because we're)
The most decadent, deliberate, bastards to
Set foot on the planet since T-Rex was picking vegans off the floor.
And we did with H-bombs and we did it with style.
We blew holes in the sky and invented mayonnaise,
In a Technicolor parallax filled, beer-o-scopic haze.
Which we...
We did it as James Bond, we did it as Brains
We did it as Solid Snakes with vampire stakes mopping up
Mopping our man juices off the floor,
The cake from our t-shirts and the swill from our troughs

And I'm all for it,
This bouncing up and down
In a universe we don't understand and if we did
(woah), if we did, we simply wouldn't be
The most violent, vile bastards to set foot on the planet since T-Rex was picking vegans off the floor. (woah woah oh)

Volcano's will blow every couple of hundred years
A simple reminder that the universe is out to kill us
So smoke up a bowl and
Celebrate the run
All of us bar the host had a good one now
Cause we're the most decadent....

We're bursting our heads trying to work out this great cosmological dance that is going on beneath and above and all around us.
Wherein each discovery creates it's own offspring to the agonizing bewilderment of its father, over and over again, like a quantum Russian doll
Which will probably continue until our synapses explode in a celestial array of such insurmountable grandeur that the world should turn mad in it's wake
and simply- party on down...

Cause we're the most fighting-est champions of the universe
And we're the most fighting-est champions until we're challenged at all