[Intro] Dice upon the table, Character sheets unfurled, For one glorious Gaming Weekend We disappear into another world. There are zombies to be slaughtered, There are mysteries to see, And Cat believes this happiness Could last eternally... But then D.M S.Lee checks the time. [CAT] ...don't you fuckin' dare pig. [Verse 1] First he gathers pencils, Then he reaches for the dice, Cat knows exactly what this means, He's seen this sacrifice. The books begin disappearing, The screen is coming down, Then he reaches for the laptop— Cat's smile becomes a frown. We haven't finished looting! There's another room to see! There's at least three hours of gaming Still available to me! But nothing stops that sentence. No bargaining will do. He looks upon his players... And breaks their hearts anew. [Chorus] Well........ PACK IT UP! Those words cut Cat so deep! PACK IT UP! We've got adventures left to keep! There's loot we haven't stolen! There's cunts we haven't slain! But you're closing down the laptop And you're ending it again! PACK IT UP! How can you be so cold? We could play another hour! There's more story to unfold! But you put away the pencils, And you leave despite our pleas— Another Gaming Weekend dies At the hands of D.M S.Lee! [Post Chorus - Choir] Heartless.... Heartless.... So fucking heartless.... [Verse 2] “Are you at least staying for tea?!” “No, I really should be off.” “Just call in sick tomorrow!” He just fucking shrugs it off. We offer every compromise, We beg him desperately, But apparently employment Means more than D&D. Cat watches every treasure Disappear into the bag. Every die another heartbreak, Every cable makes him sad. Soon the table's fucking empty. Just a lonely chair remains. And somewhere deep inside this Cat... He hears that phrase again. [Chorus] Well....... PACK IT UP! Those words cut Cat so deep! PACK IT UP! What happened to “one more week”? We only just got started! We've barely had our fun! You can't declare the weekend over Just because the weekend's done! PACK IT UP! Have mercy, D.M S.Lee! Stay and have your tea! Call in sick and stay with me! But the dice go in their little box, The laptop disappears— And Cat can feel another Gaming Weekend's end draw near... [Bridge] This one time... Nobody was laughing. Jimmy couldn't see the room. Lost inside a memory He couldn't wake up from. And when he found a way to end it, He cut his wrist instead. D.M S.Lee looked upon the table... [D.M S.LEE] “Well... He's bleeding out.” [CAT] ...fuckin hell pig. Surely not tonight. Surely this one time... We find out if he lives. [D.M S.LEE ] “Well... guess we better leave it there.” [CAT] ...you heartless cunt! [Final Chorus] PACK IT UP! HE'S FUCKING BLEEDING OUT! PACK IT UP! WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NOW! You've finally broken all of us, We're crying round the game— But the dice go in their fucking box EXACTLY JUST THE SAME! PACK IT UP! No mercy from D.M S.Lee! Won't stay and have his dinner! Won't call in sick for me! The laptop's in the carry bag, Our weekend disappears— [Choir] PACK! IT! UP! [CAT] And outside... it starts to rain. [Post Chorus - Choir] Heartless.... Heartless.... So fucking heartless.... [Outro] Cat walks into the kitchen. ...nothing. Cat walks into the lounge. ...nothing. Back into the kitchen. Cat has nowhere left to be. What does Cat do... when there's no D&D? And every drop upon the glass Is another player's tear. D.M S.Lee's car grows smaller Till the tail lights disappear. [DM S.LEE] “See you all next Gaming Weekend.” [CAT] ...this heartless cunt.
