I Am The Penguin

Intro

I'm the penggwin. I rule this place.

'Cause that's what penggwins do.

Verse 1

Waddle through the gutters, where the filth runs deep,

I'm the king of the alley, while you're counting sheep.

Top hat's greasy, suit stinks of gin,

It ain't the money, honey, it's the sins I'm in.

Got a knife in my umbrella, blade in my cane,

I got the city in my pocket, drivin 'em insane.

Sneer at the freaks that call me fat and short,

They don't see the knives, they just laugh and snort.

Chorus

I'm the bird that don't fly, but I'll gut you just the same,

Cold as an iceberg, and twice the shame.

I don't need no wings, I got claws and teeth,

If you're lookin' for trouble, boy, it's buried beneath.

Verse 2

Lived my life on ice, got frost in my veins,

Crawl up from the slush, spit out the chains.

Your pretty boy heroes, they ain't got no class,

I'm the freakin' monster they can't outlast.

Gotham's my nest, and I pluck my prey,

You're just rats in a maze, and I'm servin' the tray.

No cape, no cowl, just a snarl and smirk,

When I'm done, you'll be lucky to leave with your shirt.

Instrumental Break

Pre-Chorus

Oooh uh-ohhh

Batman can't catch me

Chorus

I'm the bird that don't fly, but I'll gut you just the same,

Got a laugh like a bullet, got no shame.

Don't need no wings to make you squirm,

Just a dirty old grin and a pocket of worms.

Bridge

So laugh at the fat man, think I'm a joke,

But I'll be diggin' your grave when you're broke and choked.

Clawing my way up, inch by inch,

While you scratch at the walls, I'll just sit and clinch.

Verse 3

I got scars on my back from the days I was weak,

Now I feed on the fear of the scared and the meek.

I don't need a signal to know it's my time,

Just a darkened alley and a pocketful of grime.

You say you want justice, well that's a laugh,

You're all just birds, waitin' for the wrath.

But I'll let you sing, just for a bit,

Before I snap your wings and bury you in it.

Chorus

I'm the bird that don't fly, but I'll gut you just the same,

Colder than Gotham, colder than fame.

I don't need no mercy, I don't need no grace,

I'm the Penggwin, baby, in your face.

Outro

Waddle, waddle, yeah, that's me,

Cuttin' throats in the dark, laughin' with glee.

You think you're flyin', but you're fallin' flat,

And I'll be right there, where the shadows are at.

Post-Chorus

Oooh uh-ohhh

Robin can't catch me

End