Collect 'em All Lyrics - Collect 'em All - Tilt

Angry little patriarch, you sit upon your cardboard throne, computer = 

chip to make you talk, a bad synthetic baritone. Vengeful one, exacting = 

father, you are nothing but a toy, take your leave you have no power, I = 

don't fear your damning voice, bearded one, bellowing a hollow threat = 

take your thunder, take your fire, don't forget your coronet! Imitation = 

potentate, stern expression painted on, mantle made of cellophane and = 

brandishing a rubber wand, consecrated effigy, thousands of your model = 

sold, assembly line divinity with simulated thunderbolts! You are all = 

powerful among the other toys, modeled and painted and fiercely employed = 

with lording over all the plastic action figurines, collect 'em all, and = 

melt 'em down with my acetylene. 

Submitted by: Mel