(to the tune of "Espresso" by Sabrina Carpenter)
Now he's failin' that check for the third time Is it that sad? I guess so Weird fucked-up dreams, baby, I know That's Elysium disco
Don't know my name, guess now I'm Raph'ël Ambrosius Costeau Tuned to Speed Freaks, baby, I know That's Elysium Disco
I can relate to desperation My memories are on vacation Cause I got real blacked out, on hard drugs and strong booze And then I trashed my temporary refuge
Now I have got to solve a murder Even though my head's a real hurter The whole damn world has become a blur (Huh?) I got these voices in my head now (What?) They're trying to give me the low-down (Oh) Let's run 'cause we are on the go now (AAAAA)
Now he's failin' that check for the fourth time What in the actual hell, bro? You wanna scream, baby, I know That's Elysium disco
Gonna throw up from the stench Of the target of Cuno Thinkin' real deep, baby, I know That's Elysium disco
Holy shit I'll be riddled with disco.
I'm working late, 'cause detective Yeah, my methods do seem quite effective My twisted humor keeps me from snapping I might succumb to public fapping
Too bad the union is usin' ya Because they got that info for ya This is the only way they'll tell ya (Yes) you're getting closer to cracking it (Yes) you just gotta check this here island (Yes) holy shit, insulindian phasmid!
Now he's passin' that check, its about time Should have done this long ago About to weep, baby, I know That's Elysium disco
In the killer you can see Some strange reflection of you This game is peak, baby, I know That's Elysium disco
















