[Lyric Note 1]
(Hours later, from the broadcasting room at the tower at the center of the city...)
Albert Wily was born for this moment. He answered the reporters' eager questions about the disappearance of his partner calmly and evenly with the story he'd rehearsed. Inside he was teeming with contempt for these men who were turning the story from the real headline: the unveiling of his newest marvel. A giant telescreen just above their heads, mounted to the top of the building, would within minutes broadcast information non-stop to every citizen of the city. No matter. Soon these men and their questions would be obsolete. He reluctantly turned his own statements to the media frenzy at hand
[Verse 1: Albert Wily]
Tonight the streets are red
The lights are blue and blinding
No sign of the "Good Doctor,"
But the siren's wail and whining
Tell us he'll be found
[Lyric Note 2]
He made his way to the window overlooking the city
[Bridge]
I can almost hear the hounds...
[Lyric Note 3]
He turned back to the reporters
[Verse 2: Albert Wily & Reporters]
What kind of man builds a machine to kill a girl?
No he did not use his hands
Like a smart man, he used a tool
But just the same
How can you question who's to blame?
What was her name?
Doesn't matter, now listen-
"The Good Doctor" has to pay!
(Hours later, from the broadcasting room at the tower at the center of the city...)
Albert Wily was born for this moment. He answered the reporters' eager questions about the disappearance of his partner calmly and evenly with the story he'd rehearsed. Inside he was teeming with contempt for these men who were turning the story from the real headline: the unveiling of his newest marvel. A giant telescreen just above their heads, mounted to the top of the building, would within minutes broadcast information non-stop to every citizen of the city. No matter. Soon these men and their questions would be obsolete. He reluctantly turned his own statements to the media frenzy at hand
[Verse 1: Albert Wily]
Tonight the streets are red
The lights are blue and blinding
No sign of the "Good Doctor,"
But the siren's wail and whining
Tell us he'll be found
[Lyric Note 2]
He made his way to the window overlooking the city
[Bridge]
I can almost hear the hounds...
[Lyric Note 3]
He turned back to the reporters
[Verse 2: Albert Wily & Reporters]
What kind of man builds a machine to kill a girl?
No he did not use his hands
Like a smart man, he used a tool
But just the same
How can you question who's to blame?
What was her name?
Doesn't matter, now listen-
"The Good Doctor" has to pay!
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