Alchemy Idiot
To the tune of American Idiot
Verse 1
Don't wanna be an alchemy idiot
Don't wanna try human transmutation
Don't wanna lose any body parts
Don't wanna see flashback lamentation
Chorus 1
Yo! Ed, what are ya plannin'
When you get you body back?
Yo! Ed, just what are you thinkin' of?
Is it your automail mechanic?
Or is it that chick called Lust
Or maybe it's the Colonel.
Verse 2
Don't wanna be a humunculous
Don't wanna have lots of eyeballs
I like that you're almost immortal
I might be one after all
Chorus 2
Yo! Father, what are ya plannin'
Gluttony, Lust and Envy are dead and gone
And Pride is still a creepy kid?
Wrath is mad that Greed's more important
And Hoenhiem is on the move
And the eclipse is drawing near
Verse 3
Don't wanna be in the military
Don't wanna have to wear a miniskirt
Gotta keep Mustang from being Führer
And keep Havoc away from Hawkeye
Chorus 3
Yo! Roy are you even plannin'
To get married someday
In the not to distant future?
Are you gonna marry Hawkeye
Or wanna your nameless girlfriends
Or would you have marred Hughes?
