[Intro] (Fast, cheerful Banjo picking - very energetic) (Washboard scratching rhythmically) [Verse 1] (Deep, raspy voice - relaxed and friendly) You’re digging holes in the burning sand, With a dusty map in a shaking hand. We watch from the shade, sipping ice-cold tea, Waiting for the moment of delivery! [Verse 2] Why sweat and bleed for a chest of gold? That kind of work gets boring and old. You do the digging, you find the prize, We just supervise with friendly eyes. [Chorus] (Rowdy but rhythmic crew shout) Hail the flags of MXSG! The water’s rising up to YOUR arse, you see! The brothers of loot command the tide, On a glorious, dark, and one-way ride! [Verse 3] You found the chest? Oh, bless your soul! Dragging that box is a heavy toll. Let us help you, we’ve got a crane, Relieving you of your back pain! [Verse 4] Stop screaming "Thief!" and "Pirate Scum!" Don't look so sad, don't look so glum. It’s not a robbery, don't be blind, It’s just a logistic... reassigned! [Chorus] Hail the flags of MXSG! The water’s rising up to YOUR arse, you see! The brothers of loot command the tide, On a glorious, dark, and one-way ride! [Bridge] (Music stops for a split second, then explodes) Let the systems break! Let the server shake! Hail the great Lord OmOzzO! Laughing and learning is the way to go! [Solo] (Manic Washboard & Banjo Call-and-Response) [Chorus] Hail the flags of MXSG! The water’s rising up to YOUR arse, you see! The brothers of loot command the tide, On a glorious, dark, and one-way ride! [Outro] (Spoken, deep, dry, raspy) Relax. The treasure isn't gone. Matter cannot be destroyed. It just... belongs to us now. Simple physics. OmOzzO out. (Sound of a single coin spinning and falling)
