[Intro] [Spoken, painfully polite] Sorry — sorry, mate, just a quick one... [Sparse, kettle clicks, distant gunfire] [Verse 1] Awfully sorry, but you're doing my head in, "Push that compound!" — cheers, I hadn't been treading. You died in the lobby and you're running the briefing, Spectating my screen like you've paid for the viewing. [Pre-Chorus] [Build-up] I didn't ping, I didn't ask, Didn't fancy a lecture from a corpse in a mask — So with all due respect, and I do mean a lot... [Chorus] [Belted, gang vocals on the shouts] Over here! Over there! (shut up!) He's prone! He's roofed! (shut up!) Just let me play the bloody game, Let me hear the footsteps, let me call my name — Over here, over there, I don't care — (Shut your gob and let me hear!) [Verse 2] "I'd have rushed him." Right. With what, your opinions? You'd have face-planted Pochinki in your pyjamas, son. Chicken dinner pundit from the grey zone grave, Whole map of advice and not a teammate saved. [Pre-Chorus] [Build-up] I was nice. I was kind. Said "no worries" 'bout the third-party you left me behind — But you've tested the patience of a saint, you'll find... [Chorus] [Belted, gang vocals on the shouts] Over here! Over there! (shut up!) He's prone! He's roofed! (shut up!) Just let me play the bloody game, Let me hear the reload, let me hear the frame — Over here, over there, I don't care — (Shut your gob and let me hear!) [Bridge] [Tempo shift, half-time, snarled — the mask drops] I said please. I said sorry. I said "after you." I made you a brew while you ballsed up the loo-t. You spot a bush — "don't push!" — guess what, you absolute — [Whispered] ...walking in naked. Sort it out, you muppet. [Breakdown] [Sparse, just heartbeat and circle warning] (circle closing) (long sigh) Right. That's it. Comms. Off. Cheers, bye. [Final Chorus] [Belted, bigger, gang vocals doubled, gloves off] Over here! Over there! (SHUT UP!) He's prone! He's roofed! (SHUT UP!) Just let me play the bloody game, Let me hear the chicken, let me hear the claim — Over here, over there, you absolute pillock — (SHUT YOUR GOB AND LET ME HEAR!) [Outro] [Spoken, polite again, deflated] ...no, you're alright. Same time tomorrow? [Fade out]
