Scott of the Antarctic (Or Rather: The Story of the Story of Everest)
You're old, you're old, you're old, you're old
You're so fucking old and I'm telling
Jurassic, thirassic, murassic
Oh I give up, it's not worth the spelling
I climbed your face
I climbed your spine
I reached the base
I spent some time
An avalanche of shit
That's it, I quit
This couldn't be what we had in mind
You are an iceberg
You are an iceberg
You're colder inside the outside
Than you are in the center
You are an iceberg
These aren't nice words
You're melting away, cold liquid decay
Except three months in the winter
I am the first adventurer
To explore your recesses uncharted
Now I return, I have been spurned
Hypothermic and, oh, brokenhearted
Frostbitten and battered
Clothing in tatters
My hero's pride buried in snow
And it didn't even matter
My colleagues at the Adventurers Club
Laugh me to the street at the failure I've become
You are an iceberg
You are an iceberg
You're colder inside the outside
Than you are in the center
You are an iceberg
These aren't nice words
You're melting away, cold liquid decay
Except three months in the winter
We got our biggest tools
We drilled, drilled, drilled, yeah
We drilled straight into you
To find your source, your icy heart
We made a me-sized hole
I ventured in, to the deep and boundless cold
Beheld there was nothing to behold
You're so fucking old and I'm telling
Jurassic, thirassic, murassic
Oh I give up, it's not worth the spelling
I climbed your face
I climbed your spine
I reached the base
I spent some time
An avalanche of shit
That's it, I quit
This couldn't be what we had in mind
You are an iceberg
You are an iceberg
You're colder inside the outside
Than you are in the center
You are an iceberg
These aren't nice words
You're melting away, cold liquid decay
Except three months in the winter
I am the first adventurer
To explore your recesses uncharted
Now I return, I have been spurned
Hypothermic and, oh, brokenhearted
Frostbitten and battered
Clothing in tatters
My hero's pride buried in snow
And it didn't even matter
My colleagues at the Adventurers Club
Laugh me to the street at the failure I've become
You are an iceberg
You are an iceberg
You're colder inside the outside
Than you are in the center
You are an iceberg
These aren't nice words
You're melting away, cold liquid decay
Except three months in the winter
We got our biggest tools
We drilled, drilled, drilled, yeah
We drilled straight into you
To find your source, your icy heart
We made a me-sized hole
I ventured in, to the deep and boundless cold
Beheld there was nothing to behold
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Thomas
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