Zilla’s Fortune Flip
(yeah) Footsteps shaking up the concrete Golden paper in my grip
Rolling through the borough with the scales on my back
Crushing red brick, never slipping off track
Pockets full of fortune vouchers stamped in red ink
Trade a lucky ticket before anybody can think Claws on the counter,
redemption in sight
I take the grand prize into the dead of night
Stack them high,
cash them out
Hear the whole skyline shout
(zilla,
zilla)
Big Zilla stomping with the fortune slips
Golden vouchers falling through the fingertips
Turn the lucky ticket to a heavy gold haul Stand ten stories
tall against the harbor wall
(what,
what)
Fortune vouchers flying,
take it all
Cashier sweating when the tail clears the door
Coupon barcode scattered on the floor
Scratch off the silver,
reveal the clean streak
King of the harbor by the end of the week
Ten thousand credits on a laminate slip
Tail swipes the alley as I tighten up my grip
Stack them high,
cash them out
Clear the street,
clear the route
(zilla,
zilla)
Big Zilla stomping with the fortune slips
Golden vouchers falling through the fingertips
Turn the lucky ticket to a heavy gold haul Stand ten stories
tall against the harbor wall (yeah)
Fortune vouchers flying,
take it all
Paper in the wind,
stamped in green and gold
Luckiest beast that the docks have ever told
They count the tally while the sirens wail
Nothing stops the monster with the lucky sale
Vouchers redeemed.
(hahaha) Zilla owns the city.