We’ve only got a single chance
of getting out alive.
We’ve only got the slimmest hope,
and we gotta move fast if we’re gonna survive
Was nearly through with the datasteal
when the countermeasures hit.
Was nearly ready to ghost this joint
when our careful plans turned to shit.
No time left for conversation!
No room for deliberation!
No more bullshit masturbation!
Here we go, baby—detonation!
[ chilled guitar solo ]
Can hardly think as the klaxons blare
and the footfalls pound.
We’ve got the power rigged to blow,
and we’ve gotta go right now.
No time left for conversation!
No room for deliberation!
No more bullshit masturbation!
Here we go, baby—detonation!
And it looks like this easy mark
ain’t so easy after all.
A pregnant pause splits the room in two—
us and them—and they’ve got our backs to the wall.
It looks like we’ve got no out,
so let’s give these pricks a show!
Pinned in a told we’ll never win—
now this powder keg is gonna blow!
No time left for conversation!
No room for deliberation!
No more bullshit masturbation!
Here we go, baby—detonation…
One more messy infiltration—
thermonuclear fornication!
Don’t accept no imitations!
Buckle up, baby—detonation!