A long, long time ago
I can still remember how this game
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make my alliance dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
As no summons did deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t buy one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about how SG lied
Something touched me deep inside
The day the game’s fun died
So, bye-bye, Miss Empirical Pie
Took Richard to Atlantis, but Atlantis was dry
And them good ol’ posters were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day to say bye”
Did you write the book of greed
And do you have faith in RNG
If Zynga tells you so?
Now, do you believe old seasons should go
Can costumes save your vanilla soul
And can you tell me why my mana is real slow?
Well, I know that you’re obsessed with more
‘Cause I saw you spending in the store
You kicked off and sold your shoes
Just to get those summoning blues
I was a lonely newbie bronckin’ buck
With a Bane, a Prisca, and a Friar Tuck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the game’s fun died
I started singin’, bye-bye, Miss Empirical Pie
Took my Richard to Atlantis, but Atlantis was dry
Them good ol’ posters were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day to say bye”
Now, for three years we’ve been on our own
And power creep grows faster than a rollin’ stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When Rigard sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And they listened to opinions from you and me
Oh, and while we all were looking down
Zynga stole their thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No money was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The E&P message was quite stark
Pay more or get left in the dark
The day the game’s fun died
We were singin’, bye-bye, Miss Empirical Pie
Took my Richard to Atlantis, but Atlantis was dry
Them good ol’ posters were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day to say bye”
Emblem madness in a summer swelter
The free birds flew off with a fallout shelter
SG’s profits still high but falling fast
Telluria fell foul on the grass
The players tried for a lawsuit pass
While the jesters on the sidelines just laughed
Now, the halftime air was really bad
And lots of players were really mad
We all said we wouldn’t spend
Oh, but most folded in the end
'Cause the upset players took the field
The game defenders refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the game’s fun died?
We started singin’, bye-bye, Miss Empirical Pie
Took my Richard to Atlantis, but Atlantis was dry
Them good ol’ posters were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day to say bye”
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no money left to start again
So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack O’Hare sat on a candlestick
'Cause fast mana is the META’s only friend
Oh, and as I watched them make a million bucks
While giving all of us zero *****
No angel born in Hell
Could have thought of such OP spells
And as the flames climbed high into the night
Limit breakers, they had no right,
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the game’s fun died
He was singin’, bye-bye, Miss Empirical Pie
Took my Richard to Atlantis, but Atlantis was dry
Them good ol’ posters were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day to say bye”
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the game Play Store
Where I’d heard there were good games years before
But the man there said that every mobile game makes you pay
And in the streets the children streamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the game types I’d once loved the most
The Arcade, Console and the MMO’s
They caught the last train from the coast
The day video games died
And they were singin’, bye-bye, Miss Empirical Pie
Took my Richard to Atlantis, but Atlantis was dry
Them good ol’ posters were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day to say bye”
They were singin’, bye-bye, Miss Empirical Pie
Took my Richard to Atlantis, but Atlantis was dry
Them good ol’ posters were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day to say bye”
I asked my girlfriend. She learned russian at school, but unfortunately it was too long ago. 
