Guardian Blues
To the tune of "Smuggler's Blues" |
With apologies to Glen Frey |
(and this probably won't make sense unless you're a fan of the animated TV show ReBoot) |
(composed 2003 May 13)
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There's trouble in the streets tonight | A game cube on its way |
It's gonna land in Sector 1 | And I guess I'm gonna play |
I knew the gun was loaded | But I didn't think he'd kill |
Everything exploded | and the blood began to spill. |
Zip board underneath my feet | Keytool in my hand |
Following the falling cube | To scope out where it'll land |
Then it's time to call out ReBoot | and do a system scan |
It isn't always easy | But the user's got to lose |
It's the nature of the business | It's the Guardian Blues |
From Baudway to the Diner | Lost Angles to the Torr |
We mop the floor with virals | But they're always back for more. |
We always seem to beat 'em | It never seems to end |
Every time I turn around | They're hassling my friends |
Now someone's got my shoulder | Trying to drag me to the trash |
Don't know which one's Hack | But I know the other's Slash |
If we don't all take it easy | Gonna cause a system crash... |
Viruses or web creatures -- | It me that's got to choose |
Defender of the system | It's the Guardian Blues |
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