I did that song writing thing again...
I'm rather proud of this one, and since I don't sing, and it's not really Outcast appropriate (well, certainly not in the Hinterlands), I thought I'd put this out here - I am thinking smallstoat might like it, given her LJ descriptiony thingimybob wotsit bit...
You walked in to the battle
Like you were walking into the bar
Your helmet casually hanging from your belt
Your weapon a morning star
You keep your shield highly polished
So you can watch how cool you are
And all you guys think that you’ll live for ever,
You’ll live for ever but…
You’re so slain
I bet you think this hammer won't clout you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
You met up several hours ago
When you were still beer-free
Well you said let's go out and pick a fight
And we'll win heroically
But you didn't see the zombie hoard
As you pissed behind that tree
You had some mates, but not one of them healers
None of them healers and
You’re so slain
I bet you think that zombies can't rout you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
(Bridge)
You had some mates, but not one of them healers
None of them healers and
You’re so slain
I bet you thought that no one would doubt you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
Well, I hear you went up against dozens of thugs
And of course naturally won
Then you pushed your spear up in a necromancer
To where there is no shining sun
Well your tales get taller every time
But when you lose you'll bleed
Red just like they do, and you'll call for your mother
Cry out for mummy.
You’re so slain
I bet you think this song's not about you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
You walked in to the battle
Like you were walking into the bar
Your helmet casually hanging from your belt
Your weapon a morning star
You keep your shield highly polished
So you can watch how cool you are
And all you guys think that you’ll live for ever,
You’ll live for ever but…
You’re so slain
I bet you think this hammer won't clout you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
You met up several hours ago
When you were still beer-free
Well you said let's go out and pick a fight
And we'll win heroically
But you didn't see the zombie hoard
As you pissed behind that tree
You had some mates, but not one of them healers
None of them healers and
You’re so slain
I bet you think that zombies can't rout you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
(Bridge)
You had some mates, but not one of them healers
None of them healers and
You’re so slain
I bet you thought that no one would doubt you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
Well, I hear you went up against dozens of thugs
And of course naturally won
Then you pushed your spear up in a necromancer
To where there is no shining sun
Well your tales get taller every time
But when you lose you'll bleed
Red just like they do, and you'll call for your mother
Cry out for mummy.
You’re so slain
I bet you think this song's not about you
You’re so slain
You probably think this song’s not about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?