Blood on the Tracks
(Here's the original, sung to the Battle Hymn of the Republic, for reference)
He was just a rookie tanker and he surely was so 1337,
He never used equipment and only loaded HE;
He had to sit and listen to those awful ******* n00bs,
"You ain't gonna camp no more!"
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
He ain't gonna camp no more!
"everyone rush cap!" he shouted into open chat,
Our Hero camped a goddamn bush, all the way in back;
his tank was sticking out, his foes were far outside draw range,
He ain't gonna camp no more.
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
He ain't gonna camp no more!
He camped long, he camped hard, he waited for a shot,
All the while a scout snuck through, his stomach clenched in knots;
He had his shot, it wiffed, and he was lit to their whole team,
He ain't gonna camp no more.
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
He ain't gonna camp no more!
The scout swung around his tank, shots went into his tracks,
"THANKS FOR ALL THE HELP YOU NOOBS" he shouted in all caps;
Their arty scored a hit; and he was useless to the end,
He ain't gonna camp no more.
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
Gory, gory, what a stupid shitlord pub,
He ain't gonna camp no more!
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