If you´re stuck on the planet of Civ
I´m afraid that you ought to misgive
´cos a hit from behind,
can be your final grind
That´s a fact, and your luck you´ll outlive

If you´re stuck on the streets of Sim City
I´m afraid that for you there´s no pity
´cos the touch of a hand
can erase all the land
That´s a fact, and your life is quite shitty

If you´re stuck in the labyrinth of Doom
I´m afraid that for you there´s just room
to your friends bid goodbye
and then eat, skeet and die
That´s a fact, and your death comes to loom

If you´re stuck in the life of the Sims
I´m afraid that you´re rolling on rims
´cos a click on the mouse
can destroy all your house
That´s a fact, and you´re target of whims

If you´re stuck in the world that is Real
I´m afraid that as bad you could feel
´cos the touch of some thumbs
can nuke mankind to crumbs
That´s a fact, and you can´t cut a deal

If you´re stuck in the realm of Mundane
I´m afraid that there is no refrain
to your friends´ tune of "Hath"
and if followed, their path
Is in fact what you´re bound to sustain

So wherever you´re caught if you´re stuck
You´ll be cursing the ones with the buck
´cos when all things considered
and you´re mentally littered
In the end, you´ll be shit out of luck

And wherever you´re stuck if you´re caught
You´ll be graving the luck that you fought
´cos when life´s death´s homage
and your brain´s worms fromage
In the end, you´ll be cheesed down to naught

So don´t stick with a drift for low attitudes
You´ll be flipping just birds with your platitudes
just climb abulic mountain
wreck the youth colic fountain
And go trolling for flotsam and latitudes