Royce Is Bryce and Bryce Is Royce Songtext
von Dick Valentine

Before they made me want to be like Royce
They made me like Royce (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I have no choice, now I′m just like Royce
Let's rejoice (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Eat a bowl of dirty rice with Bryce, it′s just so pleasantly nice
Fiona missed the boat for the antidote, but I tell you man
Don't she entice you twice?
Her heart's nicely preserved in a vat of ice
So she can compensate
For the rows of the loaded dice

And the colour of your eyes seems like a smokestack to me
Now we begin to might for the sin, put your guilt in the bin
Bryce for the win, Bryce for the win

Before they made me want to be like Bryce
They made me like Bryce (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I′m just a slice in a pie called Bryce
It′s so nice (uh-huh, uh-huh)


With a dollop of whipped cream in my Jim Beam
My friends around in my high heels and I scream
Watching Fellini flicks, picking up our sticks
This life is but a dream
You see most of the lee anchored to a losing team
Try picking winners from the tribe true inside of a meme

And the closest of your eyes feels like up front to me
Sing it on high like a drunk samurai, bake it in with a pie

We exist to terrify
We exist to terrify
We exist to terrify
Come on

Bryce, Bryce
Bryce, Bryce, Bryce is Royce, Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce
Bryce, Bryce
Bryce is Royce, Royce is Bryce, Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce

Royce, Bryce
Bryce is Royce (uh-huh, uh-huh), Royce is Bryce (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce
Royce, Bryce
Bryce is Royce (uh-huh, uh-huh), Royce is Bryce (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bryce is Royce and Royce is Bryce (we exist to terrify)