U prvom glasu čuje se jedan klavir. U drugom glasu čuju se gudala. U trećem glasu čuju se gitaristi. U četvrtom glasu čuju se trubači. U petom glasu čuju se bubnjevi. U petom glasu čuje se pet ritmova.
Heavy metal
Croatian
The lyrics evoke a sense of grandeur and complexity, illustrating a rich tapestry of sounds that creates an immersive emotional landscape, suggesting both excitement and intensity often associated with orchestral elements in heavy metal.
This song could be used in live concert settings to energize the crowd, in film soundtracks to enhance dramatic moments, or in video game scores to accompany epic battles or adventures.
The lyrics showcase a layered arrangement typical in heavy metal, featuring various instruments such as piano, strings, guitar, brass, and drums, illustrating the genre's characteristic sound dynamics and intricate composition.
U prvom glasu čuje se jedan klavir. U drugom glasu čuju se gudala. U trećem glasu čuju se gitaristi. U četvrtom glasu čuju se trubači. U petom glasu čuju se bubnjevi. U petom glasu čuje se pet ritmova.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 1] Mum’s yelling loud, “It’s time to roll!” She’s way too hyped for this gross patrol. Grab the rake and the scoop, head out the door, Sasha’s left surprises I can’t ignore. [Pre-Chorus] Sasha’s been busy, leaving her marks, A minefield of smells, it’s a work of art. Dodging the piles, trying to stay cool, But the runny ones? They’re breaking the rule. [Chorus] Poop Patrol, oh, it’s taking a toll, Rake and scoop, yeah, we’re on patrol. Bag it up, we’re losing control, Runny poos—they’re haunting my soul! [Verse 2] Sasha’s wagging her tail, no care in her eye, While I’m fighting the war under the sky. The rake’s in my hand, but it’s not a dream, ‘Cause cleaning this mess ain’t a glamorous scene. [Pre-Chorus] Sasha’s been busy, leaving her marks, A minefield of smells, it’s a work of art. One more scoop, I’ll finish this fight, Oh wait—it’s stuck! That ain’t right! [Chorus] Poop Patrol, oh, it’s taking a toll, Rake and scoop, yeah, we’re on patrol. Bag it up, we’re losing control, Runny poos—they’re haunting my soul! [Bridge] Runny poos, why’re you so cruel? Sasha, girl, could you change the rule? I’m slipping, sliding, trying to stay strong, But this messy mission feels way too long. [Outro] Poop Patrol, we’re heroes today, Cleaning Sasha’s mess, we earn our pay. Bag’s all tied, the battle’s won, But tomorrow… here comes round one!