Roland was a warrior from the land of the brave
A demoman for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in England on a dark and stormy day
so he set out to Australia to join the bloody fray
Through 66 and 7 they fought the robot war
With their fingers on their triggers knee deep in gore
Days and nights they battled the robots to their knees
they killed to earn their living and to help out the australians
His comrades fought beside him Van owen and the rest
but of all the demomen Roland was the best
So MI6 decided they wanted Roland dead
That son of a bitch Van owen Blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Demoman
Scotland's bravest son
You can still see his headless body stalking through the night
in the muzzle flash of Rolands Grenade launcher
Roland search the country for the man that done him in
He found him in Brisbane
In a bar room drinking gin
Roland aimed his grenade launcher he didn't say a word
But he blew out owen's body from there to Melbourne
The eternal Demoman still wandering through the night
now its ten years later and he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland
In Lebanon
In Palestine
and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the sound of Roland's Grenade launcher and bought it