The MatchmanThis song is composed entirely of a spoken monologue, slow and matter-of-fact, deadpan female vocal, against a fairly quick, beat-driven musical background, techno or otherwise as circumstances permit.
Day in night out. [This is the core sample and may be repeated as needed throughout, as well as at the end of the song.]
B.L.A.H. strikes again. What these super-villains
attempt. Don't these goons ever sleep?
Evil never sleeps. So we can't
either. Dr. Dejection must be
an Aries. Nah. Too
organized. And what exactly is
that twisted freak a doctor of
anyway? I won't even lower
myself to the extent of actually
speaking the name of his glowing
gold bimbo paramour. The way she
dresses! Doesn't she have any
respect for herself as a woman?
She should get an original gimmick.
That whole apple gag went out
with Eden. And that whole lack of pupils
thing. That went out with Bronze
Age comics. I don't know what he
sees in her. When I'm right here.
Why am I the sidekick? I don't
know what I was thinking but
now I'm a part of this. And it's
fun being one of the good guys.
And gals. Most of the time.
Fearsomely effective. That's sweet
little me, all right. Chalk up another
win for VALentine Complex!