Tuesday 27 April 2010
With apologies to the Smiths...
By Panoukla, Tuesday 27 April 2010 à 17:42 :: World Of Warcraft
I don't buff them
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between mages
Her very Lowness with a floor so shining
I'm truly sorry - but it sounds
like a wonderful thing
I said Jaktog, don't you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Murloc Mail
Dressed in your master’s Kingslayer veil ?
Oh ...
And so, I checked all the
registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I'm the 18th pale dpser
of this merry bunch or other
Oh, has this guild changed, or have I changed ?
Oh has this guild changed, or have I changed ?
Some 9-year old tough who facerolls pugs
I swear to God
I swear : I never even knew what dark pacts were
Oh ...
So, I broke into the dungeon
With a luffa and an epic hammer
She said : "Eh, I know you,
and you cannot bite for shit"
I said : "That's nothing - you
should hear me lead the raids…"
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And talk about shiny things
Like badges, epeen and goldz
Oh, these are the flames that kill me
Past the lock who steals your aggro
And the mage who'll sheep you honey
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely when mindcontrolled
Past the rogue that won’t bite you buddy
And the flames- all they want is you honey
The Queen is dead, boys
And it's so lonely when mindcontrolled

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