Words as Weapons Lyrics

Plug in, crank it, this groove ain't shy

Let the power of words reach the sky

Crack open volumes, texture and tone

Letters merging, yet standing alone

Silent sentences start to rock

Exploding out, like dynamite clock

Syllables shout, bumping with bass

In this vibrant world, let the language race

Feel the leather, flip the paper swift,

In these tales, we're gonna drift.

From pirate's loot to astronaut's flight,

Each line's a portal, into the night.

Narratives jump like the ska's heart beat,

Find the pulse beneath those restless feet.

Words are dancing, sax is in the air,

A melody like no other, wild and rare.

[Intro]

(Ska rhythm with energetic beats)

Grab your book, hear the pulse, feel the beat,

Words marching on like punk rock feet.

In the glow of lamp light, it's time to see,

What secrets in the pages might just set you free.

Crack the spine of lexicon lore,

Every entry a chance to explore.

Wield those words, it's a microphone,

Spelling out the truth for the all-alone.

Flip the pages, a world to explore,

Every syllable kicks down a door.

Definitions, man, they're weapons of choice,

Give the voiceless a way to find their voice.

Alphabet anarchy, it's a thrill,

Linguistic chaos, bending to my will.

Pronunciation's got me in the groove,

Every phonetic symbol helps me move.

Hey! Who knew the dictionary could rock?

Punk and ska in a hardcover lock.

It's a weapon, a tool, a revolution call,

Every word's a grenade, let 'em fall!

Etymology's a story untold,

Tracing roots back to empires of old.

Rhythm of reason, a rhyme you can trust,

From archaic to slang, turning meanings to dust.

It's not just words; it's a way to unite,

Each definition's a spark to ignite.

From "Aardvark" to "Zydeco," it's all here,

Flipping pages with ska riffs ringing clear.

D-I-C-T-I-O-N-A-R-Y,

Spell it out, sing it loud, reach for the sky!

Who needs a band? Got verbs in my hand,

Write the anthem of a misfit land!

Hey! Who knew the dictionary could rock?

Punk and ska in a hardcover lock.

It's a weapon, a tool, a revolution call,

Every word's a grenade, let 'em fall!

Flip the pages, find your way,

The dictionary's here to stay.

Punk beats, ska riffs, meaning's the key,

Sing it loud: "Words set us free!"