Before you were born
Back in the days when
I could mold the world
To how I saw it
Behold the chaos brought down
From flying orbit
Give me what I want
what I want
what I want
Nothin but a storm
but a storm
but a storm
All the ponies run
ponies run
ponies run
Forever won't be long
won't be long
won't be long, will it?
Give me what I want
what I want
what I want
Nothin but a storm
but a storm
but a storm
All the ponies run
ponies run
ponies run
Forever won't be long
won't be long
won't be long, will it?
Order in the court, better yet, bring
Disorder in the Court. Discord plays accordion of course.
He's the Weird Al of the pony verse, only worse.
And his reign is a blessing and curse.
A blessing to the weird and chaotic and demented.
A curse to the rest of list not represented.
Back in control like a Game Pad
Making all the sane mad.
Making all the insane glad.
And it ain't bad.
What's wrong with a little Chocolate Rain.
Giraffe legged rabbits, and the Buffalo Ballet.
A few seconds before the night and the day.
You might wanna play in a minute, and then nap within the shade.
Chaos is the way of the world,
and order is the way that it settles when all has unfurled.
Chaos is the sand in the pearl.
Chaos is the way that the Oyster makes all of the colors swirl.
Who'd ever want to take that away?
It's like living in eternal night, never calling on the day.
Oh wait, you considered her a bad guy.
Trust this Draconequus
Put order on the Standby.
Give me what I want
what I want
what I want
All the ponies run
ponies run
ponies run
All the ponies run
ponies run
ponies run
(ponies run)
(ponies run)
(ponies run)
(ponies run)
(ponies run)