Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Squadrons, artist - Dan Bull.
Date of issue: 14.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Squadrons |
Empire, Rebellion |
Rebellion, Empire |
Empire, Rebellion |
Entire batallions of Corellians |
With a red fire in their belly and ready for anything |
Rebellion, Empire |
I’m penning a memoir of the valiant women and men |
Who’ll ascend higher than the tyranny sent by the Emperor |
Let me cut to the chase, you see those dots up in space? |
Each one’s a star where wars are part of all their customary days |
And plus, whose dominant traits are trading shots because they |
Who opted not to obey that heinous doctrinal faith |
Of Vader’s got in the way and aimed to stop it prevailing |
Make it fail at the hands of renegades who got a little base |
Used it to blow up that big grey bollock that shot up place |
Based on information Bothans bravely took |
For costs that were paid in blood |
And were slain, their loss for our gain will not be in vain |
Our squadrons will take their place, this is not just a game |
We’re a natural team, held fast with mental Tractor Beams |
Established through practice sat |
At the helms of these exact machines |
We’ve had to see so many ravaged home planets |
And shattered dreams |
Displaced populations are dispersed like scattered seeds |
And now our foes are reaping what they’ve sown, a Blue Harvest |
As shadows of the Empire flee the light |
They’ll know a true darkness |
Like Anakin who started nice and then he grew heartless |
Amputating Luke’s arm, shit, can you believe how rude Darth is? |
Just another abusive father going too far with it |
Regardless, he’s getting attacked from all sides like new carpets |
Empire, Rebellion |
Entire batallions of Corellians |
With a red fire in their belly and ready for anything |
Rebellion, Empire |
I’m penning a memoir of the valiant women and men |
Who’ll ascend higher than the tyranny sent by the Emperor |
We’re keeping the squad tight, if we see you, it’s on sight |
It’s not the size of the dog in the fight |
It’s the size of the fight in the dog in the dogfight |
What’s a dog? |
I’m not sure |
Alright then, a Wookie on all fours |
You don’t have to be pedantic |
Why’s everything got to be canon, even the fanfic? |
I’ll boldly go where no one has gone before, Mordor |
Flying, soaring through the eye of Sauron 'til I hit Hogwarts |
Are you getting involved in a perilous cult |
Or assisting the cause the Rebel assault? |
You’re selling your soul |
When every second and every call could affect the result |
This is the sort of profession that you could never insure at all |
You can’t even fill in the relevant forms |
And not get a hell of a sore bellend and balls |
When you’re heading |
With reckless abandon through Beggar’s Canyon |
Can’t deduce whether these imps are stupid or sinister |
Better ask Hanlon, handling business with my companions |
That’s the best thing, now I’m flexing |
But getting in the line of fire of our X-Wings |
As reckless as driving while texting |
Senses heightened, I sense a pre-emptive strike in |
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, bomb |
Get ready for defensive fighting |
Blowing up a flagship only for the brags it allows |
Now that’s some expensive hijinks |
Flying uninsured, I’ve dented up my rented Y-Wing |
Still the finest fighter pilots, signed up to fight and die |
Let’s finally find the flight to firefight the tyrants' frightful violence |
We pilots harmonise and strike like violins' tightened wire strings |
As bows hit bows, we bow |
Then vow to finally bring this evil Empire |
To an end just like the Death Star |
We detonated every deck |
Even the medic, creche and restaurant |
Empire, Rebellion |
Entire batallions of Corellians |
With a red fire in their belly and ready for anything |
Rebellion, Empire |
I’m penning a memoir of the valiant women and men |
Who’ll ascend higher than the tyranny sent by the Emperor |