Oho! Thank you for the great hand But a word of my own got “mutated” The end of Line 1 should be “wasteland” And man, when that happens, I hate it And so, I will try this again And hope you think reposts are legal Here’s Round 2 of Wally and friend (With apologies due to the Eagles): On a plague-blasted wasteland Cool wind in my fur Warm rush from the danger Rising in me and her Up above in the rocketI see the triangle sign We’re not quite ready and our chance is slim But we’ll succeed or die tryin’ There’s the nose-access hatchway We know the mission well And I am thinking to myself, This could go smoothly, or could fall to hell I’ll just plug in the new chip Blackie showed me the way We had no choices in this sabotage For we heard them say: “Welcome to the deaths of all in Endtown We will find your place From our bird in space There’s plenty of mutants and freaks live down in Endtown You hide underground But we’ll find your town…” Their minds are Topsider-twisted They’re racist Puritan fools They’ve got a lot of stolen Anthro brains They put in tools They take pleasure in killing They think we’re the disease Steal brains for their weapons And for their PTs… “Welcome to the end of life in Endtown With this satellite You won’t last the night The end of disgusting mutations down in Endtown Once you freaks have died We’ll be purified…” (to be continued…) =|====/ Level Head Vote for Endtown 2.0 And for Doc Rat, too The Endtown Forum
Oho! Thank you for the great hand But a word of my own got “mutated” The end of Line 1 should be “wasteland” And man, when that happens, I hate it And so, I will try this again And hope you think reposts are legal Here’s Round 2 of Wally and friend (With apologies due to the Eagles): On a plague-blasted wasteland Cool wind in my fur Warm rush from the danger Rising in me and her Up above in the rocketI see the triangle sign We’re not quite ready and our chance is slim But we’ll succeed or die tryin’ There’s the nose-access hatchway We know the mission well And I am thinking to myself, This could go smoothly, or could fall to hell I’ll just plug in the new chip Blackie showed me the way We had no choices in this sabotage For we heard them say: “Welcome to the deaths of all in Endtown We will find your place From our bird in space There’s plenty of mutants and freaks live down in Endtown You hide underground But we’ll find your town…” Their minds are Topsider-twisted They’re racist Puritan fools They’ve got a lot of stolen Anthro brains They put in tools They take pleasure in killing They think we’re the disease Steal brains for their weapons And for their PTs… “Welcome to the end of life in Endtown With this satellite You won’t last the night The end of disgusting mutations down in Endtown Once you freaks have died We’ll be purified…” (to be continued…) =|====/ Level Head Vote for Endtown 2.0 And for Doc Rat, too The Endtown Forum