A flash of light burns brightly
As the concrete shakes below
The air is dense with energy
A nuclear, explosive glow
Writhing amongst the rooftops
Legends reborn, rising anew
Defenders of the mortal realm
Stand victorious, covered in goo
Shattered expectations, from the underdogs good deeds
Saves an undeserving world from dying on its knees
After evil is defeated, time and time again
Even the non believers, must now understand
Who the fuck are you going to call?
When chaos has grabbed your realm by the balls
Who the fuck are you going to call?
Ectoplasm dictators, defenders of all
When the night chills with fear
When the streets burst with rage
When the shadows are insincere
When stalked by feelings strange
The boys will be there
Standing proud and tall
They're read to believe you
They're ready to answer the call
And after evil is defeated, time and time again
Even those ungrateful yuppie larvae
Have no choice but to understand
Busting is a way of life
The oath of our brotherhood
We've crossed the streams and lived to say
THAT BUSTIN' MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!
Who the fuck are you going to call?
When chaos has grabbed your realm by the balls?
Who the fuck are you going to call?
Ectoplasm dictators, defenders of all
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Exhumed doesn't try to reinvent the genre here. This is their trademark infectious deathgrind and with that I have no complaints. Perhaps underrated in their discography 9RnK7