Pat Battle - Un Momento (A Minute Man Tale) lyrics

He's gifted, admitted into a limited curriculum For homicidal trips into the space time continuum Trigger the little pendulum, swinging in Big Benjamin Moving quicker than Pentium when rippin' through millenia Fast cash a**a**in, ragged in mad fashions Haunting your street via quantum leap And when he flaunts his piece - clocks hit a moratorium And do not resume 'til he's zoomin' in his DeLorean 88's a great pace catered for speed But not the ETA - That's 1963 Fahrenheit 95 when he arrives Fireworks up in the sky, means it must be July Probably overshot the time, that's fine, just have to rewind Or is it fast forward when you leave the present behind? His objective: Assess the selection A name on a list before next year's election, yes A rebel levelin' the political scene His mission is to intervene, get the polls to lean Protect the investments of gentlemen who scheme And pull strings like the kings in the Lord of the Rings So now he's loading a magazine in the pistol, it's official That this miniature missile's gonna rip through some brain tissue From a rooftop with old Doc, staring at his gold watch Waiting for the Kennedy's to roll down the block in a motorcade... Tick Tock, a day in the life Next mission: Take the AK or go for the snipe? Hitchhiking through centuries for political hegemony Time travel supremacies are meddlin' with destiny But he wonders why they tell him, "Never touch a bu*terfly" Could a ripple trickle down a decade and undermine fate? Which, in this case, is subject to editing History's erratic, better pencil in the lettering Everything's an anomaly when running this monopoly He stops off to drop off philosophy for Socrates And Nostradamus, who he promised to caution with prophecies Teaches Deck to protect his neck and bomb atomically Still he chronologically pursues better days Cause he figures that today is tomorrow's yesterday His employer's want hell, and every cent is well spent When he reports to the ladies and gents just where he went Back to the future, recruitin' super computers Traveling so fast, they'll wonder if he'll ever crash Pursued by the Channel 2 news and sharp shooters Goin' forward to the past on a quarter tank of gas Ran outta premium, downgraded to medium Can't afford it? Forget it, gotta settle for unleaded And let it do what it will - If he's caught standing still When the time wheel shifts he could slip into '86 And sh**, the bu*ton on his watch won't even press Yes, the motor in his little golden Rolex is vexed Now it all makes sense when his relatives reflect His Papa said this plot was but a preview for the next "Leave the past behind you" - The rule of his Mama So now his motto for tomorrow is Hakuna Matata He gotta do what he gotta cause his medulla oblongata Got capacity enough to reach up and touch Allah With the power of a brand new deluxe Flux Capacitor A time traffiker and professional space traveller His role takes a toll on him, but he doesn't show it Every moment is an oppoonent, so live it and own it And now then he wonders if this mad world has gone cuckoo Like the clocks that he knocks out of sync through his actions Second hand progresses, the minute hand couldn't catch it For him there ain't nothin' to it, so screw it, what would you do? He lands on the next date precisely, it's like he - Got his high speed from the mighty greek Nike His watch is workin' now, the time is pretty perfect To check in with the service who hired him for the purpose Of locating the subject scheduled for d**h This hollow tipped steel has an appointment with a chest He pulls out a cartridge and marches the streets With his eyes on the a**ignment forty-three meters northeast He shouldn't risk it, but it doesn't make a difference Takes a shot and misses and the ma**es go ballistic Chaos in the district, this isn't what he predicted This never would have happened if he'd hired an a**istant The target vanishes, the cop slam the campus with some canisters That make him drop the weapon that he brandishes Tackled down, shackled up, through in the back of a truck With other wack nuts who talk tough and act up People are screamin' trying to figure out a reason Why this heathen would be needin' To cease a gentleman's breathin' They find a document inside his coat pocket A set of prominent names arranged in a list Authorities suspect it's for political profit And each is checked off except the number after six Investigation leads to a rare dead end The perpetrator swears to be sent from two thousand and ten And when he shows his ID, it gets real strange The victim and the perp's last names are the same Exposed - He was taught to follow a code But along that lone cold road he chose to go rogue And put a stop to the plot of the wicked empire Who manipulates history to administer misery But as a top agent though, no would could he persuade 'em To discontinue any intrusion in the equation So self-termination - is what he decides But implies that he wants to try a newer type of suicide Oh people, what a paramount paradox That's mathematically in tact like a pair of socks If you eliminate the source, by force, of course You cancel out a whole lifetime - yours He figures, k**ing himself? Why even bother All it takes is the a**a**ination of his grandfather