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Tropic Thunder
Rock
Tropic Thunder was released on May 19, 2025 by 7303909 Records DK as a part of the album Negative Space
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Release DateMay 19, 2025
Label7303909 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Burraston
Adam Burraston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tasukete
Tasukete
Producer

Lyrics

The jungle's a soundstage sweating greasepaint and lies
Its roots choke the truth under platinum skies
Ego's the ringmaster cracking whips at the dawn
Hollywood's hired guns chase a dream overdrawn
The script's a used napkin scrawled with whiskey and guts
Each line's a cheap hooker strutting out for the cuts
The chopper's a loudmouth belching smoke and raw noise
This flick's a middle finger to the suits and their toys
Grenades sing the chorus blowing holes in the plot
The set's a drunk barfly chasing dreams it forgot
Cameras drool like perverts craving tears and fake scars
Ego's the drill sergeant barking orders to stars
Every take's a fistfight every yell's a cheap high
We're goons in a shitshow waving truth's ass goodbye
The frame's our last hustle pimping fame's fleeting wonders
In the eye of the storm creating Tropic Thunder
The vines are groupies clawing egos for clout
Each fern's a tabloid spilling dirt with a shout
The method dude's a nutcase snorting mud for his muse
He's one bad line from arm-wrestling a fuse
The comic's a Molotov lobbing quips that explode
His gags hit like shrapnel on a potholed road
The crew's half-cocked cannon fodder hamming it for the lens
In this circus of dumbasses no one's making amends
Grenades sing the chorus blowing holes in the plot
The set's a drunk barfly chasing dreams it forgot
Cameras drool like perverts craving tears and fake scars
Ego's the drill sergeant barking orders to stars
Every take's a fistfight every yell's a cheap high
We're goons in a shitshow waving truth's ass goodbye
The frame's our last hustle pimping fame's fleeting wonders
In the eye of the storm creating Tropic Thunder
The jungle's a strip club flashing fools in their glow
Each blast's a cheap lapdance for the gods of the show
The director's a carny hustling war for a buck
But the real box-office gold's when we ran out of luck
The jungle's a chop shop rigging death on the fly
Its mud's the mascara for our heroes' fake cry
The props are live tantrums primed to blow in your face
Every take's a bar tab in this gonzo rat race
We're meatheads in camo chasing glory and dents
Dodging real landmines for some viral content
No script's worth a damn no critic's too slick
Tropic Thunder's the bender where we all get our kick
Grenades sing the chorus blowing holes in the plot
The set's a drunk barfly chasing dreams it forgot
Cameras drool like perverts craving tears and fake scars
Ego's the drill sergeant barking orders to stars
Every take's a fistfight every yell's a cheap high
We're goons in a shitshow waving truth's ass goodbye
The frame's our last hustle pimping fame's fleeting wonders
In the eye of the storm creating Tropic Thunder
Tropic Thunder
Tropic Thunder
Tropic Thunder
Tropic Thunder
Written by: Adam Burraston
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