The smell [bad word] metal, dead zerg and napalm,
The sound of friggin' laser beams and Gatling guns.
Strapped into powered armor,
Got the ladies always looking at me,
They can't believe the size of my over-engineered codpiece.

Well, I'm a convict
In a siege tank I ride
Not protossin', not zergin',
No, I'm terran up the night!
Terran up the night!
Terran up the night!
Terran up the night! Alright!

Don't want no shiny protoss flying machines
Rather have a clunky, [bad word] SCV.
Strap yourselves in girls,
We're gonna soar across the stars
'Cause when you've got a [bad word]  [bad word]  who needs a car?

Well, I'm a convict
In a siege tank I ride
Not protossin', not zergin',
No, I'm terran up the night!
Terran up the night!
Terran up the night!
Terran up the night! That's Right!
 [bad word] yeah] [bad word] in peace, well [bad word] in war
I'm counting corpses, I ain't counting score
When the protoss charge and the zerg start to swarm,
Don't want no Zeus, I want my own Thor!

We've got our own transformer,
The rough and tough Viking.
He can fly, and doesn't cry like that little wuss  Starscream
Never served the King, no
Never served the Lord
But if we lived in Azeroth, honey
You know we'd join the Horde! Yeah!

Well, I'm a convict
In a siege tank I ride
Not protossin', not zergin',
No, I'm terran up the night!
Terran up the night!
Terran up the night!
Terran up the night! That's right

Terran up the night!
Terran up the night!
Terran up the night! All night