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?