The Bioshock Song

Won'tcha come on down to Rapture Jam a needle in your arm It'll slowly corrode your genetical code But it's all part of the charm So you're a gross abomination But in time you're gonna be So glad ya came on down to the best little town At the bottom of the deep blue sea Hop in a bathysphere, take in the atmosphere It's like New York, but with more fish This unholy demon spawn looks like Joan Rivers in the morning But down here she's quite a dish Aquatic nightmare drones are known to freely roam with little sisters who require their help I mean to tell you plainly mister If that thing there was my sister, I'd believe I'd disown myself, mah! So you're stuck awhile in Rapture And politically it's tense Libertarians scream, it's an Ayn Rand wet dream And brother I mean soakin' I'm not even jokin' Don'tcha know the locals love the lifestyle Watch 'em scale the walls with glee They're glad they came on down to best little town At the bottom of the deep blue sea Try out the U-invent, it doesn't cost a cent You're gonna love to mix and match Just steal some glue from evil red guy And a screw from smelly dead guy, And you've made some crap from scratch And there's this Atlas Joe, right on your radio And he'll give you helpful hints and such I bet you'll do his bidding blindly if he utters "Would you kindly," But oh, I've said too much So, you get a bit of story And a horrid killing spree! Because you came on down to best little town You're tryin' not to drown in this creepy town, It really takes the crown though It's the only town in the bottom of the deep blue sea, Forget Atlantis It's the best little town at the bottom of the deep blue- Somewhere beyond the sea, they spell it R-A-P-T-U-R-E