Skip to main
πŸš‘ Crazy-Ecto: Class Five Terror 🚫 artwork

πŸš‘ Crazy-Ecto: Class Five Terror 🚫

skirtsecrets

Β· 2:12 Β· 3 plays Β· v3-preview

About

What if they made a Crazy-Taxi game about driving the Ghostbusters Ecto-1 through NYC and instead of delivering fares you're catching ghosts?

Lyrics

Intro

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Chorus

Pull the lever let the side door swing

Hear the proton cannon start to sing

Across the boroughs through the red and blue

We are coming for a piece of you

Who ya gonna call

Who ya gonna call

Verse 1

Chrome Cadillac screams from the brick firehouse

Tires burn rubber while the engine starts to growl

Red lights sweeping over glass and steel

Eighty tons of hunger sitting right behind the wheel

New York is watching with a cold blank stare

While the siren cut a hole inside the salty air

Pre-Chorus

Heading north to the Bronx for the green slime trail

We are hunting for the ghosts that the systems fail

The experts say we cannot explain

But we are diving head first into the insane

Chorus

Pull the lever let the side door swing

Hear the proton cannon start to sing

Across the boroughs through the red and blue

We are coming for a piece of you

Who ya gonna call

Who ya gonna call

Verse 2

Million volts hit a Class Five spook

Sliding past the Square like a high speed fluke

Ion stream lassoes the moldy teeth

Wheels leave the pavement from the concrete underneath

Goggles down launch the drone trap fast

Holding on to terror 'til the white light cast

Pre-Chorus

Nailing down the blob with the yellow eyes

Ignore the broken buildings and the Gotham cries

The experts say we cannot explain

But we are diving head first into the insane

Chorus

Pull the lever let the side door swing

Hear the proton cannon start to sing

Across the boroughs through the red and blue

We are coming for a piece of you

Who ya gonna call

Who ya gonna call

Bridge

Bustin' makes me feel so good

Like a hero in the neighborhood

Bridge is open for the next report

Catching spectres is our only sport

Catching spectres

Fighting phantoms

Building ruins

Chorus

Pull the lever let the side door swing

Hear the proton cannon start to sing

Across the boroughs through the red and blue

We are coming for a piece of you

Who ya gonna call

Who ya gonna call

Comments

No comments yet.