Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Half-Life 2, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XXI: Rage Quit the Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Half-Life 2 |
Story time |
Twenty years since the incident at Black Mesa |
The G-Man makes the Freeman wake up on a train to City 17 |
Dystopian as a city’s ever been |
Oh, see who’s popped up on the screen |
Black Mesa’s administrator; |
Dr. Wallace Breen |
But as Gordon arrives to step in the station |
He’s pulled aside for interrogation |
Separated into a darkened damp room |
Hang on a second, is that not Barney Calhoun? |
It’s hard to tell who’s good guys or bad |
But they decide to rout through to Kleiner’s Lab |
On the way, get a glimpse of the Combine empire |
Now, there’s a raid, run, run, try and get far |
Scatter like a cat and a mouse in chase |
Now they found you they’re smacking a baton |
Around your face, uh |
Wake up, wake up, Dr. Freeman |
Who’s this face? |
He must have been dreaming |
Ha! |
Not a chance, that’s Alyx Vance |
And by all accounts, she’s about to gallivant |
Down to the lab with you just behind her |
'Cause she’d got to find you for Dr. Kleiner |
This place isn’t easy as A-B-C |
Super tough environment, here’s an H.E.V. |
Suit |
Just in time to teleport you to all of the other scientists |
To support their assault |
But sod’s law and of course there’s a flaw |
And a balls up when Lamarr causes a fault |
And the forces that saw it are all on patrol |
Looking for Gordon, so, Gordon is forced to withdraw |
Down through the canals, fuckin' hell, better go hard |
«Yo Barney, chuck us down a crowbar» |
Running in, swinging it at them, going to twat them |
Splitting their scalp as if he’s splitting an atom |
Picking up the pistol this prick was packing |
Dispatch the dispatched units attacking |
Train-hopping, got to save himself |
Popping into Station 12 |
Ain’t stopping on the nature trail |
Been breaking cells and evading shells |
Dash, dead fast, into Station 6 |
Smash Headcrabs into bacon bits |
Whatever floats your boat, apropos to note |
The bloke rode a Motorboat 'til the rotor broke |
Whoa, bro! |
Those flows, just don’t, fucking hell |
You’re stuck in a canal so, get out |
Running for cover fast, funneling into a tunnel |
Wonder what’ll come of that, going to get pummeled |
So, let a Vortigaunt fit a gun to the top of it |
So, none can stop it and then confront a copper |
That’s in a Hunter-Chopper |
Dropping a hundred tons of bombs on top of us |
Pop, pop, Freeman’s done with apocalypse |
Damn, how long did that take to reach Black Mesa East? |
Seemed like a couple days at least |
A crazed police state they were chasing Freeman |
Through water-ways and streets |
All the way to the door of his destination, jeez |
So, get the kettle on and make some tea, chai |
Got bread to break with Eli |
Mossman and Alyx and another little, green guy |
Now, we’ve had a minute, having some fun |
Got to get grappling with the Gravity Gun |
No ammunition, in this kind of cannon, there’s none |
Pulling and pushing and grabbing is how the damage is done |
Now, come and meet Dog, he’s a robot pet |
Ooh, can I stroke him? |
No, not yet! |
Hello, little fellow! |
Holy crap! |
You’re tall! |
Go, go Dog! |
Fetch that basketball |
Oh god, heck! |
That’s not a ball |
That’s a bomb so, let’s smash that wall and get on |
But then Gordon and Dog are separated and so |
Gordon heads on into Ravenholm |
Wow, hey! |
This place has really gone downhill |
Since we left from the station |
This neglect must be the effect of zombie gentrification |
Unless this statement’s mistaken |
I reckon the neighbours' must have taken a vacation |
To a place that ain’t full of the flaming remains of Ravenholm |
The failing favela full of razor blades to rotate and impale you |
Hey! |
By the way, this part’s bloody gory |
I warned you too late, timing it poorly |
But, still, it’d be a far different story |
If Gordon hadn’t found Father Grigori |
Who graciously donated a shotgun |
Shucks, mate! |
Always wanted one and now, I’ve got one |
They haven’t got long, they’re short of time |
But I’m sure there’s a mine, they’ll be sure to find |
Then Gordon goes on, leaves Gregori behind |
To race through the blaze to his grave |
It’s an awkward goodbye, it’s an awkward goodbye |
It’s an awkward goodbye, it’s an awkward goodbye |
It’s an awkward goodbye |
Freeman sees that Eli’s been shipped to Nova Prospekt |
So, he’s got to hit the road and hope there are no upsets |
Reach the coast, there’s beaches, docks |
Wrecks and bath towels like a TV boxset’s plot |
Set in Nassau, a hot mess like trap houses |
Spot checks and crackdowns |
On crack rocks so, they have no option |
But to get up and crack scalps |
Then hot-stepping, flat out with the gas down |
'Til the ash clouds are in the rear view mirror |
What? |
It’s not got one? |
Don’t book an mot, I doubt it’d pass now |
Get out the dying car to fight the Antlion Guard |
Say sayonara! |
Bye-bye to the giant fly 'cause by-and-large |
It’s necessary pest control, swatting them like flies now |
Firing rockets off the top of a conical lighthouse |
With comical timing, the combine are like moths to a flame |
They must be like, «My god, we’ve lost him again!» |
It’s not been the same |
Since Freeman got a box of Pheropods to chuck |
Now, the game’s full of bugs, their QA Testers must have sucked |
There’s such a bloody mess |
Looks like they crushed them with a monster truck |
It’s just a clusterfudge of shoveled rubble, puddles, dust and muck |
Anyway, what is this place? |
Some sort of prison base? |
I reviewed it on Google Places, let’s just say, it isn’t great |
I’ve never had to look up prison riots on TripAdvisor |
Then again, I’ve never had to break out a Resistance Fighter |
The screws were getting turnt so, Gordon fricking lit them right up |
Leave their britches burnt as if they’re bitten by a widow spider |
Isn’t it nice to get a bit of quality time, Alyx? |
Just to find Mossman is a combine spy, dammit! |
I’ve had it with the two-faced snake |
And I very much doubt that my views may change |
Finally they find her, too late, mate |
Eli’s in her noose, made to escape |
With great haste, teleports him straight to the Citadel |
Then vacates to the same place in it as well |
It may be dangerous, just a tiny tad |
But we need to take it to get to Kleiner’s Lab |
So, climb in the back and let’s split |
Combine are attacking, no time for Netflix |
No time to chill, we got to find the girl |
Quicker than Simon Cowell could frickin' sign a deal |
But on the other side, Kleiner reveals |
They’ve been stuck in time spinning on the ride like a wheel |
And a week went by in the blink of an eye |
That was seen as a sign, «Begin the Uprising» |
City 17, civil war, it’s a living hell |
Even more reason for storming the Citadel |
So, let’s meet Barney for breakfast |
We need energy for storming the Nexus |
Kill Combine, put it down on the checklist |
Didn’t ring ahead so, I doubt they’ll expect us |
But if they’re trying to find us, they might just find us |
Fighting Striders like this, things are really popping off |
It’s looking like apocalyptic prophecies |
Hypotheses were properly predicted |
Turn up as a person, you’re going to leave as liquid |
When you going to learn to give Gordon Freeman distance |
He’s not as masculine as normally depicted |
He doesn’t have to be, the former laws have been restricted |
This protagonist is just a man who gets shit finished efficiently |
No matter just how bad it gets, the town burns, the valve turns |
A well learned lesson, now, we’ll found out the outcomes |
Well, flipping hell, this is it |
We’re in the Citadel now, didn’t miss a trick |
But even if he did, Dr. Freeman is a wiz |
At retrieving opportunities from seemingly impossible |
Unfeasibly and inconceivably tough predicaments |
The Gravity Gun is pulling your muscles off your ligaments |
Pick them up and chuck them down an elevator shaft |
Particularly the ones who made our escapade a faff |
But admit it, this is pretty fun, ragdoll physics |
Spinning your head round like Dan Bull lyrics |
That captivating, you forgot to breathe |
Good job, we booked a meeting in with Dr. Breen |
So, hurry up, pull your socks up, we must proceed |
I know it’s tough when there’s, oh, so much to see |
But there’s a job to do, prisoners to free |
It seems Mossman’s role in this is not complete |
Unlocked, released, the team watch as Breen flees |
Up to the top to release the beast |
So, he must be stopped just like SOPA and ACTA |
Our only hope is a broken reactor |
But there’s a bloke that we know comin' at you |
Froze motionless as if he’s broken your back |
Well-spoken, you’ve seen him before |
You’re without hope as he leaves through the door |
Well, what do you think a sequel is for? |