Brown were the boxes we unloaded
Where we stopped at a roadhouse in the dark
We all assumed we would kill some cultists there
Black was the color of Grissel Pete’s mood
Eating turnips with some bastards up top
Gonna look for rats while we make a little money
Time, now it’s bedtime
Gunxy on watch and we’re hearing rat sign
Lizard thieves I didn’t see?
And wasn’t it just so obvs to think
All along it was that
Bog Luck
Blaming it on me-eee-eee-eee
Oooh
Bad was the song that I sang in the mess
Breaking in Bog Lucks room
Starting the day and the Cunts aren’t winners
Bold were the cultists on their wagon pack
Starting shit on a coffee break
Backed him down like a simpering weasel
Fight, beautiful fight
Cuttin’ them open, then healin’ Gunx fine
Were there clues they didn’t see?
Wasn’t it pretty watching them sink
All along it was Bog Luck
Who was cheating
Lizard marsh for me
Oooh
Snapjaw who lead us
Out of the wrong stop right into the shambly things arms
Working together our skills wrapped that up without harm
Questions about the keep, Bullywugs make SJ weep,
Cult alliance tying down Scaly Death Tribe
Chieftan (?) with an axe to grind
Lightning sand covering heads
Sending crocs to their end
Awes were the eyes on Snapjaws face
When Brick stood and hurled his javellin
Hell was the swamp but it’s on to the Keep
Fights, wonderous fights
Left us all bruised under murky swamp skies
Castles cool, SJ with us
And isn’t it so easy to think
All along there was a
Peaceful Rest
Waiting there for me-eee-eee-eee
Oooh
Hee
Oooh