Revised Lyrics:
You cannot believe big guys
They are always telling lies
Post on /tv/, the mod's fell asleep.
My plane soaring through the air
Extreme pain no one could bear
You'd think me small
But I'd pull-his mask off, who cares?
I'd like to make myself believe
That I'm the one in charge here
Can't theorize why they'd grab my prize, or why I'd want these creeps
'Cause Baneposting is never as it seems…
'Cause I'd shoot a thousand thugs
Or ten thousand hired guns
As they show me a lotta' loyalty
Shoot one of them in the head
Throw him out of my plane, dead
The hothead mods, they will not delete my thread
(Thread, thread…)
I'd like to make myself believe
That I'm the one in charge here
Can't theorize why they'd grab my prize, or why I'd want these creeps
'Cause Baneposting is never as it seems…
(And, why would I want them…?)
The plane door's open just a crack
(Get this hothead out of here)
'Cause I like the wind blowing on my back
(Get this hothead out of here)
Why do I tire of calling Ittin?
(Get this hothead out of here)
When I'm far too tired for good flying?
(Sir?)
And I'll make the fire rise
I'm weird cause I like big guys
I got misty eyes as he said "For you"
(Said "for you…")
But I'll know, Pavel, where you are
When I see Masketta's car
'Cause he told me "Aye", I like the flight plan so far
(Far, far far…)
I'd like to make myself believe
That I'm the one in charge here
It's hard to say why he said nothing, or why he brought his friends
'Cause Baneposting is never as it seems.
(Don't get to bring friends…)
I'd like to make myself believe
That I'm the one in charge here
It's hard to say why he said nothing, or why he brought his friends
'Cause Baneposting is never as it seems.
(Don't get to bring friends…)
I'd like to make myself believe
That I'm the one in charge here
Can't theorize why they'd grab my prize, or why I'd want these creeps
Because my plan is crashing at the seams…
The "who cares" after "pull-his mask off" is meant to have a double meaning. One being CIA's lax, joking, and generally unprofessional attitude that he sometimes displays, (A key example of this is "He didn't fly so good!" in which the flight abilities of the hired gun were completely unrelated to his interrogation, therefore making CIA's criticism uncalled for.) For the sake of keeping true to the tune of the original song, 'pull-his' is meant to be slurred to sound like a single syllable. The other meaning is that, with Bane's mask pulled off, he will revert to the state where no one cared who he was. The line, "Why do I tire of calling Ittin" is one syllable too long, also, but I wanted to to include Ittin and flying good into the lyrics, so I had to switch the order of the words "flying" and "good" to make the rhyme. I also like this, because it removes the wonky line with "extremely bleak" and lets me substitute a "Sir?" instead of "For You" since that would be mentioned in the very next verse, and gives a sense of timing when comparing to the plane scene, as this is about the time that CIA loses, despite not having realized that he is no longer in charge. Ignoring Sir? saying "Sir?" was a mistake on CIA's part, in my opinion. The 3rd and 2nd to last instances of the chorus has the line chaged to talk about Dr. Pavel, because I felt that I couldn't go without adding a mention of bringing friends, and I liked the variation. Things in parenthesis are in an echoed voice, of course.
>>103726
I don't know, I don't have a good singing voice, and I stutter too much to get a quality recording.