I was born way back in 1986
I’m an old man now
Bu I remember how it used to be
Any now my grandchildren ask me
Grandad they say
Can you tell us what it was like
In the days of the Thieves
You know, before Nerfs
And I’d tell them
When was that? Hmm, let me see
Some time back in the early 21st century
I remember when the Thieves was FREE
Behind our keyboard, people let us be
See, there used to be a thing called Freedom of Playstyle
We had freedom to teach each other, freedom to preach
Freedom to share culture and circulate ideas
Without the Anet trying to interfere, enter fear
We lost that freedom, not freedom as in free beer
But the freedom to be free from fear, even here
In the United Kingdom, the fact that I’m from England
Isn’t a matter that matters to our new masters and kings
I was a chap who could play and do as i like
And like minded citizens could watch me
I couldn’t afford an orchestra, I was a poor performer
In more ways than one so I sought an alternate formula
Reinterpreted the game around me
Satirized the leaders’ lies on found beats
Talked shop on top of a sample of a rock band
At least we used to, until heartseeker got banned
You didn’t have to act twisted to get your skills blacklisted
Just annoy a whiners and get fisted
They had a vested interest in nerfs
If one messed with them, then there’d be one less
Our representatives never represented kitten
So the Thieves was history, this was the end of them
I remember it like it was yesterday
I guess that day, I was too lazy to investigate
The escapades of another state’s government
Now I’m left to pay because the covenant
That they signed that day and ratified in law
Zipped our mouths up and took away our appetite for more!
I can’t do much now about the way it is
But if I could go back and change things I’d say this
Truth is beauty
And if you disagree with my views
Then you can nerf me
In the meantime I’ll keep using double pistols
Even if it means that I need to find a new playstyle
I’ll use pigeons and smoke signals