Chess is humanity's greatest achievement.

Strategy risk surprise and decivement.

But to use real life people as pawns well that see, meant-

Playing a new type of game.

An enemy first, one that's the worst,

One that will have others give up the purse. One that's perverse. One that's accursed. One that will come with the call of a hearse.

You spot the perspiration bursting down their faces their stuck facing the TV screen. There's screaming, seething, seeking, what is the meaning of all this bleeding? The news says stop, look away, stop seeing... but no one's heeding.

A colony wiped overnight, remains to the left and the right. Oh what a sight, oh what a fright, everyone's hugs are a little more tight.

Next day at the capital, a man, well-dressed, holds his fist, all of his might. Spite fills the air, some message about how a wounded animal must bite back. Strike back. Smite that! Despite their many plights, ever since last night, it was now, it was now, it was now!

Now was the time to unite.

"FIGHT"

"FIGHT"

"FIGHT"

"FIGHT"

"FIGHT"

"FIGHT"

"FIGHT!"

And life's been good ever since the declaration.

Wanted everywhere, policing the federation.

Pirates stay attacking you, but you always blasting back.

Medal after every battle, ain't no one passing on that.

Twenty-five years later, now you sit behind a desk.

Taken from the front lines, from behind you see the rest.

And everybody's concerned, from the briefing that they just heard,

Space Pirate numbers low seems that their running out of urns.

And now you're thinking chess, and how pawns gotta burn,

And then you tell the table about the great lesson you learned.


Gun-shots Gun-shots, Gene was getting outta here.

Gun-shots Guns stopped, sirens blaring in his ear.

Riding up the elevator, three until the plane's gone.

From the cameras he can see Falcon going through his pawns.

Faster now. Faster now. Why can't this thing go faster now?

Running to the rooftop but guess whose already there?

Falcon climbing up the wall, guess he didn't like the stairs.

But Don Genie's stays calm, says "I'll see you next week. You know that if you kill me you'll have thousands on the street."

But Falcon turns him in and he says "I'll go have a drink." Fucks up some ugly piece of shit who claimed he had his seat.

The greatest hunter ever, so the bar gave him a treat. He downs the whole martini glass: he always took it neat.

And Falcon starts to cry, and he can't figure out why, and Gina packs a piece of cake says "Thanks for stopping by." Rodney offers him to stay, but Andy's gotta leave. And that would be the last of Andy they would ever see.