I used to rule this thing
Games would fill when I made my in
Now in the morning I post alone
Review the games I used to own
I used to fakeclaim cop, feel the fear as I strove for the top
Listen as the crowds would sing
Now the old King is dead, long live the King
One minute I held the key
Next the games were closed to me
And I discovered that my scummies stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear game starting bells a-ringing
Empty newbie queue blame is flinging
Be our hero, the player's delight
Our missionary in a foreign site
For some reason I can't explain
I know Zoraster won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled this world
Games would fill when I made my in
Now in the morning I post alone
Review the games I used to own
I used to fakeclaim cop, feel the fear as I strove for the top
Listen as the crowds would sing
Now the old King is dead, long live the King
One minute I held the key
Next the games were closed to me
And I discovered that my scummies stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear game starting bells a-ringing
Empty newbie queue blame is flinging
Be our hero, the player's delight
Our missionary in a foreign site
For some reason I can't explain
I know Zoraster won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled this world
