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You Gotta Die
To the tune of American Pie

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that fixer used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyíd be dead for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every corpse Iíd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnít take one more step.

I canít remember if I cried
Laughing about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the fixer died.

So bye-bye, you've gotta die.
Shot my gun for the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkiní whiskey and rye
Singiní, "Thisíll be the day that you die.
"Thisíll be the day that you die."

Did you write the book of guns,
And do you have fun on the runs,
If the Johnson tells you so?
Do you believe in a corporate mole,
Can magic save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to bleed real slow?

Well, I know that youíre in love with him
`cause I saw you danciní in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those black and blues.

I was a lonely teenage fightin' ork
With a pink flamethrower I was a dork,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the fixer died.

I started singiní,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun for the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkiní whiskey and rye
Singiní, "Thisíll be the day that you die.
"Thisíll be the day that you die."

Now for ten years weíve been on our own
And Yaks grows fat on a corporate loan,
But thatís not how it used to be.
When the decker hacked the king and queen,
In an icon he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was scanning down,
The Decker stole his IC-y crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Page read a book of Orks,
The ghouls feasted in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the fixer died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun for the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkiní whiskey and rye
Singiní, "Thisíll be the day that you die.
"Thisíll be the day that you die."

Bleeder breeder, I sure did belt her.
The guys flew off toward a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
A nuclear missle was on their ass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the decker on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the GM played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The nuclear missle refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the fixer died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun for the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkiní whiskey and rye
Singiní, "Thisíll be the day that you die.
"Thisíll be the day that you die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A runner gang lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: JackBNimble, Jack be quick!
FastJack come and save us quick
Cause fire is the devilís only friend.

Oh, and as I watched his courage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that toxicís spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Darke laughing with delight
The day the fixer died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun for the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkiní whiskey and rye
Singiní, "Thisíll be the day that you die.
"Thisíll be the day that you die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Iíd found the fixer years before,
But the man there said that crime wouldnít pay.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
Fastjack, Cap Chaos, and holy Ghost,
They caught the bullet train for the coast
The day the fixer died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun for the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkiní whiskey and rye
Singiní, "Thisíll be the day that you die.
"Thisíll be the day that you die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, you've gotta die."
Shot my gun for the run,
But the ammo ran dry.
And them good old boys were drinkiní whiskey and rye
Singiní, "Thisíll be the day that you die.
"Thisíll be the day that you die."

_________________________

The Night the Hive Died
To the tune of The Night Chicago Died

Daddy was a 'runner
On the East Side of Chicago
Back in Ares' pay
Back in the bad old days

In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still

When a bug named Mama Roach
Tried to make that town her own
And she called her hive to war
Against the forces of the law

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed

And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old East Side
'Til the last of the buggy gang
Had surrendered up or died

There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
'Bout a hundred troops are dead

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed

Then there was no sound at all
But the footsteps in the hall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my momma's face
Then brushed her gun away

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night the people saw
Chummer, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed

The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
Chummer, what a night it really was
Chummer, what a fight it really was
Glory be

The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died



toturi
Woot! biggrin.gif
SpasticTeapot
Darnit, there's no "insert worship" button on my keyboard. Times like these make me wish there was.
The White Dwarf
AH 4tw =)
DocMortand
As always, very impressive.

MOST impressive. *deep breathing*
shadow_scholar
I'd like to give this a try. Here goes:



Epic (Burnout Magi remix)
by Faith No More

Can you feel it ,see it, hear it today?
If you can't, then it never mattered anyway
You will never understand it because you evolved last
And it feels so good, look thru the mirror glass
See the world, both dark and bright
Don't need eyes with astral sight
You can touch it, feel it, taste it so sweet
Feel the power flowin' through and it knocks you off your feet

You want it all but you can't have it

You're cryin', bleedin', lying on the floor
You taste that rush, swallow it, and you want some more
You've got to have it, so you push it
You abuse it, then you lose it

You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it

It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
It's magic, it's tragic, it's a loss, not a win
It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain
It's sad it happened and it's a shame

You want it all but you can't have it
It's in your face but you can't grab it

What is it?
It's it
What is it?...

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