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A Better Sith Then I Am, Tatooine...

You must embrace your fear and hate
'Cause it is your simple fate
And there's not a real lot to do about it...
And when it's time to fight
You must beware the blinding light
And the Jedi, who can't seem to live without it...

Now on distant Tatooine
From which twin suns are seen
There is a very good supply of fear...
A wild bunch of slavers
And some underworld layers
Just always seem to be so bloody near...

Out on Tatooine
You desert-covered planet, Tatooine...
You lit my fear alight
And thus began my plight
You thrice-accursed old planet, Tatooine...

As a Sith you must be tough
'Cause your life is really rough
And the Jedi always come eviscerate you...
But if you remain strong
You will last for really long
'Til your own Apprentice takes the time to off you...

Now on that desert planet
They will swarm on you like gannets
And scavenge what they can, if you let them...
But if you stand and fight
You may yet last the night
And in the morning, turn the tables on them...

Out on Tatooine
That hot and dusty nightmare, Tatooine...
My strength comes from your forge
Your dune and waste and gorge
Your sandstorms and your canyons, Tatooine...

The Dark Side is born of anger
Of hate and rage at danger
And darkness knows there's lots of that about...
For fear will lead you there
And fear is not so rare
And so the dark expands, don't ye doubt...

Now in that deadly heat
That will, upon you, beat
Is a wondrous spawning ground for someone's rage...
The cruel Hutt slavemasters
And the natural disasters
Are enough to forge your hate into a cage...

Out on Tatooine
That blist'ring hot old planet, Tatooine...
Your heat lit up my rage
And locked me in a cage
You turned me on myself, oh Tatooine...

Now listen up you duffer
The Dark Side makes you suffer
'Cause that is all you get from fear and hate...
That wimpy side of light
Is really just a blight
They don't understand that darkness is their fate...

Now, in the desert heat
You will, slavemasters, meet
And you'll see them without mommy as a buffer...
A day under their whips
As they lash you 'cross the hips
And you'll learn just what it really is to suffer...

Yes on Tatooine
The ninth and deepest hell, that's Tatooine...
Though I'll admit you bore me
And, in your way, adore me
You're a better Sith then I am, Tatooine...