| Ahh. |
| Do you smell that?
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| Look at my fortress
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| It’s bloody gorgeous
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| I’m looking forward to seeing how sturdy yours is
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| I hope you bought buildings and contents insurance
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| 'Cause you’re about to make a claim of epic proportions
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| You were appointed with a place of great importance
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| You’ll be disappointed when it’s nothing more than sawdust
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| You’re getting shelled like a walnut
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| Or shelled like a corn husk
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| Or shelled like an unfortunate tortoise
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| This track’s enormous
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| Like my pink sword is
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| But I’m running out of rhymes, so bring me my thesaurus
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| (Aw yiss!)
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| Anything you build up will be brought to the floor with
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| Force, feel the buildup
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| Yes, of course, here’s the chorus
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| Come on
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| I’m ready
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| For anything you’re sending at me
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| I’m the king of my castle, bow to me
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| I’m aching for the battle, one two three
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| Come on
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| I’m ready
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| For anything you’re sending at me
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| I’m the king of my castle, bow to me
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| I’m aching for the battle, one two three
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| Dunking on packs of wolves
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| As if they’re basketballs
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| And I did that before the sport was fashionable
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| Your faction’s calling for a nasty fall
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| And I’ve been smashing walls
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| From here to Aston Hall
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| I am impassable
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| I’m unsurpassable
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| And when it comes to demolition I’m a natural
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| Fact: your walls and gravity are incompatible
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| You need 'em bashed to the floor
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| And I’m the chap to call
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| My mouth’s a cannon
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| That is rammed with massive balls
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| I’m rapping to Pachelbel’s Canon
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| And it’s classical
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| In practical terms
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| I’m taking tactical turns
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| But still collapsing buildings is my main thematic concern
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| I’ll never have my fill
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| With abusing your battlements
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| It’s more amusing to me than the sound of flatulence
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| Benevolent
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| I do it for your benefit and betterment
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| So remember than when I’m wrecking your settlement
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| There ain’t nothing left of it except for bits of sediment
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| Ready for Bovis to set up a new development (Who?)
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| I’m tearing through your regiments as if they’re bits of loo roll
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| And when I’m done, I will return again, rip you a new hole
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| (Hahahahahahaha! Hey, hey, hey!)
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| Come on
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| I’m ready
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| For anything you’re sending at me
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| I’m the king of my castle, bow to me
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| I’m breaking you in battle, under siege
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| Come on
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| I’m ready (Whoo!)
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| For anything you’re sending at me
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| I’m the king of my castle, bow to me
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| I’m breaking you in battle, under siege
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| (Servant, King)
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| Um, my liege? |
| Yes?
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| We’re under siege
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| Whose limbs are these? |
| They must be somebody’s
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| But before we succumb I should come up with a speech
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| Or borrow one, that’s easier, so once more unto the breech!
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| (Knight)
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| Oi, oi, who wants a piece?
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| Come on, come get it
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| Anyone from sheep to priests
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| You having fun yet?
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| (Mage)
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| Fighting all the undead
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| Right from dawn to sunset
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| By now the body count’s gotta be more than a hundred
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| But I’m not done yet
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| And I’m not gonna rest
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| Until there’s precisely one less than one left
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| After a hard battle you’ll find Daniel in his hard castle
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| His detractors captive in the back with legs and arms shackled
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| Supping on a cup of ale
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| Regaling the court with tales
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| Of the time you tried to step up and failed to prevail
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| Tuck your tail in between your legs and do one
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| Or yet again, I’ll rip you a new one
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| Sat in my fortress
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| It’s bloody gorgeous
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| I’ll never surrender it to the National Trust
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| What a performance
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| I’d call it flawless
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| Just like the hole inside your castle where your floor was
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| (Haaaaaah! Hey, hey, hey!)
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| Come on
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| I’m ready
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| For anything you’re sending at me
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| I’m the king of my castle, bow to me
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| I’m returned from the battle, victory
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| Come on
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| I’m ready
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| Let’s sit down and have a cup of tea
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| I’m the king of my castle, bow to me
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| I’m returned from the battle, victory |