| Emergence day emergency, thunder sounded
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| And a hundred thousand locust rose up from underground
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| The invasion managed to create a manic state of panic
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| They did damage and it made a devestated planet
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| Today was savage, the latest in a spate of clashes
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| Between invader and remains of man that came from ashes
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| See Marcus Fenix in Jacinto penitentiary
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| Dominic Santiago enters then he sets him free
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| To defend against the horde he brought all sorts of awesome weaponry
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| Bring all your forces forward, your corpser’s dead to me
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| Him and Dom find Kim and Carmine and together they took
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| A look around for Alpha Squad to get the resonator
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| A sniper snipes Carmine right in the head and later
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| They catch the Cole Train and press on the accelerator
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| Seeders block the transmission, nearly stopped the damn mission
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| Is that the Hammer of Dawn that Dom is brandishing?
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| Every soldier’s ambition is to fire one, a line of lightning
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| Striking right in from the sky, you’re gone
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| Look, there’s Baird and a couple of redshirts, hmm
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| I wonder which one of them will be dead first?
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| It can’t be Kim, can it? |
| that man’s put in the legwork
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| Ooh, feckin' heck, I bet his bloody head hurt!
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| Now Fenix has seen this and he’s pissed in extremist
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| But needs to just retreat quick lest he gets in deep shit
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| It’s certainly evident he is ready to burn an effigy
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| But there is a mercenary berzerker lurking in the murk of every turn you step in
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| One of the perks of military work is getting to murder every enemy ever so
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| cleverly
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| With the heaviest weaponry
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH! |
| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH!
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| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| As the planet plummets ever further into instability
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| The Gears receive a missive of massive responsibility
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| To take the resonator, in the face of all futility
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| And place it in the lethiaimulsion facility
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| Their aim is to make it to the makeshift bunker
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| The place where the stranded stay and take this junker
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| The stranded Franklin says that they can take the tank
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| But in exchange Cole and Baird must stay to aid the camp
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| So Dom and Marcus then head off into the darkness
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| They’ll probably end up carcasses, but soldier on regardless
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| They watch the light and dodge the night using skill
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| Co-op, cunning and guile style to fight through the kryll
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| This type of thing takes balls, call it castration
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| Finally they make it through the horde toward the gas station
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| It’s not quite right the way they use the spotlight
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| Nah, that kind of ingenuity is fricking godlike
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| Turning the torch on them, burning and scorching them
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| Arriving at the fort in time to support the slaughtering
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| Shoot the guys that aren’t human, target neutralised
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| This brutal life will leave your psyche scarred and brutalised
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH! |
| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH!
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| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| With the mining facility in literal proximity
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| Their ride begins to give off signs of critical toxicity
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| It’s like a syzygy between their fate and electricity
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| They’re lucky the place has pedestrian accessibility
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| This utility is a subterranean fortress
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| So they fought hordes til they’re deader than this corpser’s corpse is
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| If it’s the belly of the beast, the neck’s an elevator
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| It’ll need some rennie when they detonate the resonator
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| The situation’s escelating so they’d better get away
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| The locust horde are gonna have to call a decorator
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| Ready to let it blow, they can clear the mess up later
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| But computer says «no, I couldn’t get the data»
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| It’s late in the day to call up technical support
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| But they’ve already put in far too much effort to abort
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| But thankfully Baird appears to be somewhat prepared
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| He found a map and plus just happens to have got it there
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| He’s a proper COG, look at his goggles, hair, and general masculinity
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| That should be bottled, yeah
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| There’d be romance between us if he never had a penis
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| And anyway, his sights are set on finding Adam Fenix |
| One of the staff of the east barricade academy is-
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| As well as being Marcus’s dad- an apparent genius
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| So they start for his lab with only half of the manpower they had
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| These COGs have gotta be mad
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH! |
| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH!
|
| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| Humanity’s panicking there’s nobody left to save them
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| But wait — the COGs are dropping from the sky inside a raven
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| The finest specimens of homosapiens anatomy
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| Collectively heading to the east barricade academy
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| Their aim’s to get rid of an alien supremacist
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| Go back to genesis but — hang on, there’s a. |
| nemacyst
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| It’s gone and shot them with spores, the chopper is lost
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| The situation’s getting proper debauched
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| It started bad enough but now it’s snowballed
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| They have to battle their way back into the mansion like Toad Hall
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| Which is a load more difficult than ABC
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| But luckily they see an APC, but it’s DOA, see?
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| This is just their luck, so Baird and Cole get to business fixing up their truck
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| They need to bolt quick, as if they bust a nut and blustered right into the
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| middle
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| Of a clusterfuck, while this is happening there’s battling inside the mansion
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| Marcus regrets bringing his work home like Bryan Cranston
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| This is a right branston pickle, who’ll provide the answers?
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| While the science is downloading we rely on lancers
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| It’s time to pack your bags tighten up your do-rag
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| A futuristic 2Pac in a feudalistic gulag
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| New tactic — taking flight from the pursuit of this big Brumak
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| The damage is higher than the avarage price is of a new Mac
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH! |
| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH!
|
| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| Now, act five, an act of desperation
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| There’s a cold train coming so they head to the station
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| They never had the patience for a first class pass
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| Besides, that carriage is reserved to carry the light mass
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| Pulses racing, they will need to bypass the whole bloody station
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| To survive upon the right track
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| Marcus and Dom get on with Cole and Baird behind
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| Crap, the final chapter’s not designed to happen like that!
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| It’s time to strike back
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| General RAAM is going down shafted like Skywalker’s right arm
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| Marcus sees the train is heading straight into a ridge
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| So he sets the light mass off and takes it to the bridge
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| Engine, engine, general RAAM
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| How do you like that light mass bomb?
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| When that train goes off the track
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| Sssskrak-a-rakk-a-rrrakkacratch one grub
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| BOOM, shake shake shake the room
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| BOOM, shake shake shake the room
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| BOOM, shake shake shake the room
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| Tick, tick, tick, boom
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| HOOAH! |
| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for!
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| BOOM! |
| HOOAH!
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| We are the Gears of War
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| Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |