In-Con Sequential Art
Monday
Mar092015

Hug Life

Ears open, here’s to hopin’ that your days stay bright
No more considering surrender or them mayday lights
'Cuz it’s a gangway night with all hands on deck
You marchin’ with the Death*Starmy; better come correct
Drop them worries in a hurry, leave your cares behind
Volume turned up to eleven; let us share your mind 
'Cuz we’re the caring kind, here to protect and defend
Your amigos for eternity, best friends ‘til the end
Put us on in times of trouble, get it sorted on the double
Bringin’ grins for the win, pull some rock out of the rubble
Shave the stubble off the edges and it’s all smooth sailin’
'Cuz when Death*Star’s on the airwaves ain’t no room for epic failin’
We make good times gooder and put bad days down
Big boot ‘em from your hood like a sad-face clown
So get them doldrums dyin’, be ye bonny and blithe
Cuz you’re with Death*Star, baby, and we rock the hug life


Bad days just ain’t nuthin’ when you’ve got your best friends
Don’t stay sad, just keep bumpin’ those tracks ‘til your troubles end
C0splay, Bill Beats, and 3PO, the nerdy Death*Star Trinity
Keep you on track, you know we got your back until infinity


Lemme guess, you gotta little bit of woman trouble brewin’
Gettin’ lectured by your lady has you stewin’
Lacking fusion turn to using the volume on the ear buds
Tune it out, drown the noise, listen here bud
Might be weird but, we can sympathize with the stress
It’s a mess, life just feels like a test
Take a breath, bob your head, disappear to the Death*Star
We know what it’s like, we’ve been where you are
It isn’t that far to assume you’re not loving your job
Rubbing one off on your break in the back with it locked
So you can tolerate your boss, avoid employment loss
Keeps you calm, resist delivering that red right cross
Night costing you sleep, insomnia affliction
Nobody gets your fandom? Andromeda addiction
Sit and listen to the boys who know your pain well
We’re your comrades in arms, they can all go to Hell


Bad days just ain’t nuthin’ when you’ve got your best friends
Don’t stay sad, just keep bumpin’ those tracks ‘til your troubles end
C0splay, Bill Beats, and 3PO, the nerdy Death*Star Trinity
Keep you on track, you know we got your back until infinity


Waiting in a queue to get those tickets for that Con
Eternity can fly by with the Battlestation on
Bus is taking forever in that inclement weather
Avoiding phone calls and letters from your credit debtors
Well we’ll make it better, or at least raise your spirits
We’ve had the same issues, in our lyrics you can hear it
So if it’s drama or trauma, chaos or catastrophe 
You always got Bill Beats, C0splay, MC-3P-Oooooooooooooo


Bank account is down and out with creditors on the phone
It sucks, agreed, but brother you don't need to go it alone
Your rap-scallion battalion's always light in the pocket
But talk is free, decree that penury won't ruin how we rock it
TO THE STARS! Get out and breathe, the respiration is on us
Just say fuck it, save the ducats Battlestation on the bus
And don't think things won't get better, fellow debtor; they will
So say C0splay and Threepio, pickin' up the Bill


Bad days just ain’t nuthin’ when you’ve got your best friends
Don’t stay sad, just keep bumpin’ those tracks ‘til your troubles end
C0splay, Bill Beats, and 3PO, the nerdy Death*Star Trinity
Keep you on track, you know we got your back until infinity