The Tesla Coil Shuffle

Sparks fly off the rotor, frequency untamed
Rotating field, a demon's wheel, I call it by its name
They laughed at my alternating, called it dangerous light
But Edison’s a fucking clown, his DC’s in the night!
(Pre-chorus: Tempo drops to a syncopated, bouncy mid-tone)
Patent office, burning cash, they stole my motor dreams
Westinghouse just screwed me twice—or so it fucking seems!

ZAP! The coil screams!
Lightning bites the sky!
ZAP! They stole my beams!
A genius doomed to die!
ZAP! No money for my rays!
Just pigeons in the park!
ZAP! I’ll light the world for free—
They’d rather let it dark!

Earth resonance, a death ray, and a tower in the sand
J.P. Morgan pulled the plug—you couldn’t understand!
Wireless power for the poor? That cuts the profit line!
So burn the blueprints, shoot the bird, I’ll send a jagged sign!

"Money? Squeal... is the root... Squeal... of all retardation.
You could have had free energy, Squeal... but you bought the meter.
I talked to a pigeon today. Squeal... She understood Ohm's Law.
Better than you."

ZAP! The final jolt!
Fried my own damn brain!
ZAP! No bronze statue!
Just static and the rain!
They call me crazy—FUCK!
I see the frequency!
Now wire up my coffin, boys—
And send it C.O.D.!