We are Dinophilia. We write songs about dinosaurs.

LYRICS:

Three horns and a giant crest 
A bad haircut and hipster sunglasses 
Among dinosaurs he is the best 
But as a drummer he barely passes

Only dates girls just barely nineteen 
He’s got a sizable dino peen

He claims Keystone is drinkable 
He has a fetish for art movies 
He’s creative and irrational 
He’s grabbin’ on your dino boobies

Urban Outfitters is his shit 
He thinks Pitchfork is so legit

Michael Ceratops 
A legend long 
The ladies give it up for his dino dong 
Michael Ceratops 
Don’t ask why 
His big green eyes make the ladies cry 
Michael Ceratops 
A total blast 
If you don’t watch out he’ll gore your ass 
Michael Ceratops 
The best around 
We’re singing this song all over town

He kicked a T-Rex in the balls 
He talked to a pornstar on Twitter 
His name echoes in the hallowed halls 
Michael Ceratops: drumstick killer

He’s got a big-ass artist brain 
Doing lines of hookers and cocaine

He’s the champion of pool and don’t forget 
Drop fat stacks on him if you’re placing a bet 
his Criterion Collection rivals Lars von Trier 
And if you doubt it, get the fuck out of here 
He’s an indie film legend with an HD cam 
But he still goes to Starbucks with the whole fam 
He likes to say shit like “hecka chyea brew” 
And before you know it, he’ll be sexing you

The Ballad of Michael Ceratops

We are Dinophilia. We write songs about dinosaurs.

Lyrics:

65 million years old 
Covered in scales and her blood was cold 
A thousand teeth in her head 
She was a hunter and her eyes were red 
When she detected my scent 
I should’ve known that this was the end 
But when i looked in her face 
Knew this would be my final resting place

She’s a carnivore for me

A body built like a killing machine 
Muscles tight and skin that was green 
When she begins to pursue 
You know it’s gonna be the end of you 
Feel her breath on your back 
Prepare yourself for a dino attack 
Now she rips into your skin 
It’s gonna happen again and again

She’s a carnivore for me

She's a Carnivore for Me

Born out of the primordial ooze of the infant earth, we have long observed the rise and fall of life on this planet, just as one watches the crash and recession of the tide. Billions of years of tireless study have yielded the obvious result: life peaked with the dinosaur. Consider our art a pitiful attempt to preserve their legacy in sonic form.