Author's Note: Rewrite of REM's "It's the End of the World As We Know It," dealing with the Cell Games. Enjoy.
Disclaimers: I don't own DBZ or REM's really neat song. Please don't sue.
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That's great, it starts with a fruitcake, white jumpsuit,
a whirlybird and Son Goku is not afraid
Start of the tournament, listen to the folks cheer- world
loving Hercule, they're all hyping Hercule. Feed
the masses bullshit, grunt, no strength. Tile
starts to pile with Cell fight see light. Circle
crazy Hercule, representing humankind, a military
wiped out at the combat site. West of city and coming in
a hurry, paparazzi breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters freaking, thrown, sweat-dropped.
Look at the Neanderthal! Fine, then. Uh oh,
here we go, TV newscast, common cause but it'll do. Save
yourself, or serve Cell. World serves its own needs,
watch Kuroni bleed, dummy with the spandex and
the catsuit and the red rose. You idiotic, unpsychotic,
slam, fight, bright light, looking pretty hyped.
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it, so we're all dead.
Twelve o'clock- starting hour. Don't let the door slam your
ass Herc. Jump and charge, recharge, listen to yourself
barge. Starting up, prancing, rose sniffing, champ
beating. Every minute escalate. Cell, please incinerate.
Do a dance, little prance. Step up, step up.
Watch the boy dance, danced, uh-oh, this means no
fear steer clear. Beaten-up cavalier. A tournament,
tournament, tournament of lives. Offer Cell solutions,
offer him alternatives and he'll decline.
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it, so we're all dead.
The other day they all relaxed, Goku, Gohan
got the knack. Saiyans stand in a group, up front
Vegeta. There stands future Trunks, Son Gohan
and Son Goku. Piccolo, Krillin, Saiyajin, boom! The
symbiotic, patriotic, slam-bang fight, right? Right.
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it, so we're all dead . . .
dead . . . dead . . .
(It's time they beat that smarmy punk.)
Disclaimers: I don't own DBZ or REM's really neat song. Please don't sue.
______________________________________________________________
That's great, it starts with a fruitcake, white jumpsuit,
a whirlybird and Son Goku is not afraid
Start of the tournament, listen to the folks cheer- world
loving Hercule, they're all hyping Hercule. Feed
the masses bullshit, grunt, no strength. Tile
starts to pile with Cell fight see light. Circle
crazy Hercule, representing humankind, a military
wiped out at the combat site. West of city and coming in
a hurry, paparazzi breathing down your neck. Team
by team reporters freaking, thrown, sweat-dropped.
Look at the Neanderthal! Fine, then. Uh oh,
here we go, TV newscast, common cause but it'll do. Save
yourself, or serve Cell. World serves its own needs,
watch Kuroni bleed, dummy with the spandex and
the catsuit and the red rose. You idiotic, unpsychotic,
slam, fight, bright light, looking pretty hyped.
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it, so we're all dead.
Twelve o'clock- starting hour. Don't let the door slam your
ass Herc. Jump and charge, recharge, listen to yourself
barge. Starting up, prancing, rose sniffing, champ
beating. Every minute escalate. Cell, please incinerate.
Do a dance, little prance. Step up, step up.
Watch the boy dance, danced, uh-oh, this means no
fear steer clear. Beaten-up cavalier. A tournament,
tournament, tournament of lives. Offer Cell solutions,
offer him alternatives and he'll decline.
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it, so we're all dead.
The other day they all relaxed, Goku, Gohan
got the knack. Saiyans stand in a group, up front
Vegeta. There stands future Trunks, Son Gohan
and Son Goku. Piccolo, Krillin, Saiyajin, boom! The
symbiotic, patriotic, slam-bang fight, right? Right.
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it
It's the start of the Games, and we know it, so we're all dead . . .
dead . . . dead . . .
(It's time they beat that smarmy punk.)