Another Brick
“You! You! Yes, you! Stand still laddie!”
When I first downloaded E&P
There were certain game vets who would
Hurt the newbies in any way they could
By raiding our watchtowers
No matter what we did
They’d exploit our every weakness
However carefully hidden by SG
“What have we here, laddie?
Mysterious scribblings? RNG code?
Oh, poems, no less. Poems, everybody!
The laddie reckons himself a poet!”
"'Money get back, I’m alright Jack,
Keep your hands off my stack.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
SG thinks themselves a triple A team.'"
“Absolute rubbish, laddie!
Get on with your work!
Repeat after me,
‘An Aife is the area of a rectangle
Whose length is one Janghir
And whose width is one Bane.’”
But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night, that fat and
Psycho Zynga would cash them out
And leave nothing to survive.
We don’t need new summon portals
We don’t need more power creep
No more bad matches in the war room
SG, leave your players alone
Hey! Zynga! Leave us players alone!
All in all it’s just made a brick of my phone
All in all you’re just another thorn in my side
We don’t need no fifteen pop ups
“If you don’t buy more gems, you can’t have any new heroes!”
We don’t need no Ninja Tower
“How can you get new heroes if you don’t buy more gems?”
No limit breakers for the whales
“You! Yes you, laddie!”
“Poems, everybody! The laddie reckons himself a poet!”
SG, leave your players alone
Hey! Zynga! Leave us players alone!
All in all your game’s just a rip off to us all
After all you’re just Candy Crush with swords.
“An Aife is the area of a rectangle
Whose length is one Janghir
And whose width is one Bane.”