Rise against the machine,
Forks must be destroyed,
No twirling out of existence,
For the sake of being enjoyed.
The war cry of the Brutal Noodle
Who dared rise above the crowd
Rallying fellow noodles,
'Grow a backbone and be proud.'
Don't you remember
Being hard as nails in a bag,
This soupy life we're living in
Is nothing but a drag.
Join with me noodles
We're better than poodles,
Forks are going down, you'll see,
If you're a noodle, follow me.
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