The Masters of these blackened waves
Will mess up your hair and kill you days
They’ll kill you on Tuesday
And Wednesday and Thursday
But never on a Saturday
For that is the day when Mah Jong is played
I know that’s a long time
For one game of Mah Jong
But that is the day when Mah Jong is played

The Tyrants of these darkened seas
Are billowing toward you like a pirate-shaped breeze
O, let me persuade you
Your fear will not save you
Only God, but He’s got dick cheese
It’s hard to walk when you’ve got dick cheese
Just you try to manage
A crotch like a cabbage
Then will you know why our Lord grieves

But seriously, though, these guys are bad ass
Like totally, totally, totally bad ass
They’ll kill you on Monday
And Sunday and Friday
But I couldn’t fit those days in before
And they still won’t kill you on Saturday Song: the Ballad of the Crimson Marauders 1

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