There’s a place between heaven and hell
Don’t need a map, just follow the smell
A place filled with filthy air
A place full of dark despair
A place you have no prayer
A place called Space Station
Space Station
Station, the God is dead
There’s a station with the number thirteen
Right on the server where it smells just like pee
A server no one dares get off
A server where the children cough
A server called Animus
Animus
And if the griefers won't get you, the aroma will
Чудо:
Who will save Space Station?
We’re dying for some air
There’s no hope in Space Station, Lord
Does anybody care?
Lord, does anybody care’
The story we’re about to tell you is so disturbing,
we’ve stationed a registered nurse in CentComm lobby.
She is armed with a chloral hydrate gun for those needing sedation.
She also has space drugs she got off the internet.
And please, for the love of God, do not turn off your cell phones.
Mm-mm, nah. You’re probably gonna wanna call your mama.
There’s no hope on Space Station
We’re hanging by a thread
We’re choking on Space Station
We might as well be dead
Чудо:
Lord, we need a favor
We need a savvy savior
But who
Who
Who
Who
EnoughConcrete:
I will save Space Station
EnoughConcrete the Twelfth
Чудо:
Not him, Lord!
EnoughConcrete:
I’m here for you, Space Station
On that you have my word
There must be a solution
To end this damn pollution
It’s time to start a global revolution
Sister, look what has infested our forum!
Чудо:
What is that wretchedness?
EnoughConcrete:
It’s waste, toxic waste!
The worst problem we ever faced
It’s sick, God, its sick
Look what it did to your SS14 theme!
Чудо:
But where did it come from?
EnoughConcrete:
Look there. Across the For No Reason, what do you see?
Чудо:
Pedals.
EnoughConcrete:
The beautiful, conceited pedals of Shepard.
Happy to use Space Station as their toxic dumping ground!
EnoughConcrete & Чудо:
Now, listen up you, Shepard
We know, you’re stinking rich
Чудо:
Smallgays may be donatin'
But Station’s not your bitch
EnoughConcrete & Чудо:
Station’s not your bitch!
Чудо:
Bless you, my son.
EnoughConcrete:
And don’t worry, sister. Nothing can stop me! Oh, no. The demagogues!
Derven:
God, I love Space Station
It’s such a state of mind
Why do I love Station’
Probably cause I’m blind
EnoughConcrete:
Hey, Derven. It’s Twelve.
Derven:
Twelve, did those demagogues beat you up again?
EnoughConcrete:
Yeah.
Derven:
Well, it takes a brave man not to fight back.
By the way, did you notice a new smell on server?
EnoughConcrete:
It’s giant vats of toxic, nuclear waste!
But don’t worry
I swear I’ll save Space Station
But how, I do not know
We need new moderation
And unpedal them all!
On Animus
Animus
And if the griefers won’t get you, the forum will
So, there you have it. There will be no intermission tonight. This circus is seventeen pages long.
Help us win Space Station
Чудо:
Help!
Save us from this goo
Crap, I just got banned
Good God, what can we do?
Damn it, we’re Space Station
We’re drowning in the mud
Чудо:
Say your prayer for Station
Or else we’re good and fucked
Good God, we’re good and fucked
Space Station
Space Station
Station
The God is dead