I'm the leader of a virtual nation
a tyrant and a despot by inclination
my people exist to satisfy my whims
i'm going into battle with an army of sims
i'm a warrior in a golden horde
my sword and my life the property of my lord
i've pledged my life to destroy his foes
that's how life in a golden horde goes
I hack and slay through dungeons deep
or m******e the enemy in the keep
i'm the owner of a magic sword
it cuts through bones like soggy cardboard
I build the cities in which the sims live
they own nothing except what i give
all of their lives are dependant on me
and thats the way that i like it to be
i'm a member of the pilot elite
flying through space in the alliance fleet
my name is known throughout the big deep,
i'm the one who makes the widows weep.
i'm an agent fighting for the queen
aiming to foil a madman's scheme
i k**l for my country and i know you've heard
i prefer my martini shaken not stirred.
I spend my life in a gameplaying trance
wishing my brain was cybernetically enhanced
can anyone out there tell me why,
half way through a boss f***t i always die.
i've fought and died in a thousand wars
knowing that heaven has revolving doors
knowing that when I get blown apart,
i'll be brought back to life again at the start.
