| Made of rock |
| Round the clock |
| I'm alone |
| Because I'm stone |
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| Back in the day, back a ways, we were roommates back at State |
| Soon to be knee deep in the grand sweep of time and space |
| They were cheap, so we creeped to the bosom of the base |
| It was Reed and his tease and a teen and the ace |
| Imagine me, a pilot, considering the source |
| Lower east side, Yancy Street, New York |
| My dad was a drunk, the bottle he wouldn't relinquish |
| So my brother lead a band of angry juvenile delinquents |
| My uncle took me in and taught me how to be a man |
| Became a reaper for the people on a football field for fans |
| On a scholarship one second, now on a ship that I must land |
| We crash in a flash, now a monster, not a man |
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| Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked |
| Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic |
| I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin |
| First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim |
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| Navy blue briefs, bright white body suit |
| Doesn't matter what I'm wearing, they're still staring at a brute |
| I am not very woke and I also like to smoke |
| When I'm not clobbering, I'm chompin' on a stoge (Puff! Puff!) |
| Can't refute I look cute while I pollute the air |
| Beyond compare, debonair, with the Fantastiflare |
| I'm solid as a rock and you can't fuck up my hair |
| Robbie's got a hobby and it's trying not to stare |
| These days, I'm very liquid, funny coming from a rock |
| I was once a big kid that was running 'round the block |
| It was impressive, Reed invested, I became a beneficiary |
| Now ladies on a mission, always askin' for the missionary |
| Johnny stole my chick 'cause his shtick is dick moves |
| Not Alicia but a creature with a negative attitude |
| I'm still friends with my ex, we caught up and kept it kosher |
| Now I got a lot of groupies 'cause I'm on a movie poster |
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| Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked |
| Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic |
| I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin |
| First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim |
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| I'm a swollen golem of olden, I'm also a Jew |
| So I protect myself as well as the health of my crew |
| Kirby, my creator, known to savor a cigar |
| Alike in many ways, in many ways he set the bar |
| Once a soldier fighting fascists, freeing captives from their cages |
| Now he's back in the basement, packing action in comic pages |
| Little guys would idolize, love letters by the sack |
| Kids would come up to the house, his wife would make a snack |
| I try to do the same with the derelicts from Yancy |
| Fell asleep outside, they graffitied me something fancy |
| They harass me, I'm their patsy, focal point of their disdain |
| I used to be these hoodlums so I don't drum up the pain |
| Made a youth center, named it after my brother |
| So I'm trying to do better and I look after others |
| I remember where I came from and I never turn my back |
| I might reside inside the Baxter but it's not where I relax |
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| Made of rock 'round the clock and it sucks, I'm so fucked |
| Hard to fuck, hard to fit, not feelin' fantastic |
| I'm The Thing, name of Grimm, big bad original sin |
| First name Ben, I'm your friend, thick and thin, kinda grim |
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| Made of rock |
| Round the clock |
| I'm alone |
| Because I'm stone |
| Made of rock |
| Round the clock |
| I'm alone |
| Because I'm stone |
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