Midas, Www.digiphobia.com Going To Trammel Lyrics

Reluctantly crouched as the monitor blinks,
Telephone dialing and buzzing in sync.
ISP attaches, the patch loads up.
ICQ beeps he responds "Whazzup?".
He deftly maneuvers and muscles for rank,
Spots filling fast at the West side bank.
Armor and hally, his reg bag is filled,
with 50 of each off a newbie he killed.
As he speeds to the crossroads, the smack goes down.
The ghosts show up and they go back to town.
The crossroads are empty except for one dood,
Still hooting and looting just leaving some food.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with your stuff.
But he's banking and selling and counting your gold.
You got PK'd by a kid...who's...12...years...old.

He's doing Felucca.
He wants PvP.
He's all alone (all alone) all alone
In his time of need.
Because he's casting and blasting and plotting Corp Por's,
He's fighting igniting and riding on his horse,
You're going to Trammel...

No looting, no fighting, no kill-steal, no whine,
You're hunting some monsters when you got the time.
Going to the dungeons of Shame and Destard,
a__ail them, impale them, it's really not hard.
Got a healer in the party, he's fixing your wounds,
A bard helps you out with some peacemaking tunes.
And you're laughing and drinking and splitting the loot,
You nitpick and picnic and try to act cute.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long everyone banked all their stuff.
But you nitpick and picnic and emote a ton.
And think about back when this game...still...was...fun

Cause you're going to Trammel
Consent PvP.
You've got a group (got a group) got a group
If you want RP.
Because you're b____ing and moaning and paying the pot,
You're patching, and patching and rebooting a lot.
You're b____ing and moaning and paying the pot,
You're patching, and patching and booting a lot.
You're going to hate this.
You knows what you need.
You're thinking of EQ...