[ Featuring the Velcro Effect ]
We are the Tortured and we come here seeking your help
Oh yeah?
We're having some trouble ridding ourselves of this tone-deaf whelp
No kidding
He sings really deeply and he's really not got much of a choice
Well, that's true
He's got the world's most terrible
Truly not admirable
The world's worst singing voice, Mr Ian Bru
Fear not, the Bru will die a death that's gory
But in exchange the Masters demand all the glory
We are the Masters and we boast about how Bru will die
Let's hear it
We'll tickle him, steal his toys, insult him 'til he starts to cry
More
He deserves to be punished so then we'll poke him in the eye
Hmm. What then?
Well, we'll chop him up
Bake him
Then turn him into shepherd's pie
That sounds good
Fear not, the Bru will die a death that's gory
But in exchange the Masters demand all the glory
With doom and gloom he'd drone and croon
He could empty a room but not hold a tune
