I hear peculiar wailing
From a distant fun fair
While staring out at the burnt down
Amusement pier

A chorus of motor horns
Harmonise in minor key
A more bloody nose and black eye
It’s so sad, it’s funny

It’s both my business and my pleasure
So mix the two with generous measures
Dream visions spawned
From wild fever
In a videogame
Chasing strangers

So destiny’s callin’
But reception’s so poor
I'm waiting to go overground
Let no soul lure in sore

And I went down to the playhouse
For some answers, or a clue at least
But from all the Shakespearian lessons
I came up asking with more questions
Namely to be or not to be

So bring it on my darling Clementine
Let’s fuck it up one more time
Get your glad rags on, your LBD
And presidential pearls, get away from me

Now drive the fuckin’ line
If you’ve been long as I
Thou shalt not throw away a game so sublime
Dream vision spawned from wild fever
In a videogame, tasering strangers