Deponia
Deponia - Full song
It's kind of pathetic You get all erratic
About dirty dishes Congesting the sink.
I'm tired of your bothers, Remember our fathers
They dwelled in a world Filled with rubbish and stink.
But when all hope was lost Someone raised from the dust
He was handsome and cunning His haircut had style.
Courage was shining in his eyes As he said screw you guys
Mind your own business I'm off now goodbye.
Huzzah, he's off now goodbye.
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Now as it is written Our hero was smitten
And rescued the maiden From impending doom.
On a horse made of steel Evil guys on his heels
He rode with the girl Into dawn's early gloom.
She awoke by his kiss Well at least more or less
And the whole part concerining The uppercut scare.
Can be pinned at least to some extend On her damaged brain implant.
Anyway in the big picture Who's gonna care?
Huzzah, who's gonna care?
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Historians would die For a way to decipher
Apparantly missing Text passages here.
The still found no reasons Why scratches and lesions
Related to goal Subsequently appear.
But then why should it bother you For he finally managed to
Haul her more or less unharmed To the rendezvous spot.
Whitout expecting any pay Except for the reward but hey
It's all about the context So get on with the plot.
Huzzah, get on with the plot!
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Now look at you startled The brain implant cartridge
Has not been swapped which Was all part of the plan.
A world has been rescued That he did detest who'd
Have guessed I attest you'd Have done just the same.
So if you still want to force Me to do stupid chores
Like washing the dishes Do the trash and such you'll.
Just prove that you haven't paid attention to what i said
the message at core is... like...erm... Huzzah ... as a rule.
Huzzah, the chorus guys rule!
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You'r being pathetic Again about acrid
Bacteria in the fridge it's getting boring
But packing bags due to Dirty socks i threw to
The lampshade's rim borders of unadorned scorn
Didn't I explicate it Are you still not persuaded
Is grass growing on your tympanic membrane
Remember? Deponia Self-sacrifices and bla
Gosh! Now I've start all over again
Huzzah, all over again
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Only the most epic Tales feature cool
depictions of sawblades crushed into cable boat walls
The attempt though a blunt stunt Affected Goals implant
Which surely can't be blamed on Rufus at all
Reckoning up the sum The best was yet to come
For the end of part one seemed a little too coarse
To amend we'll send Rufus to attend A second chance for
a decent happy-end-ing: a grand fling with dancing and booze and so forth
Huzzah, With booze and so forth
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Malevolent karma So close to the dramas
Catharsis flesh doubts with her caused disarray
And she lift him behind Though still not in one mind
Planning to reunite with her fierce fiance
But if you think it's time For Rufus to resign
So close to the finish line you don't know him at all
For heroes gather momentum On the bring of armageddon
Enthralled by the squall they'll put balls to the walls
Huzzah, Put balls to the walls
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Left in the lurch On the verge of the purge
Their search for the submerge was brought to a halt
They stopped Donna Goals spins With torpedo dolphins
And finally hope glints I cannot exalt
How outstandingly aced He was dragged to the base
now the bell for the last round was about to chime
The showdown was imminent And if no I apprehend
The chorus guys will have to work overtime
Huzzah, Well work ... overtime ...?
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Let's hope far away Argus plan went awry
And: end of the story You have to admit you enjoyed it a bit
And now you saw reason Dump your Egot-ea-sm
And weight against the public benefit
Because close to the bone is Where you need cojones
and platypuses and memberships to opposing underground organisations
So do unpack the bag Now it's anyway way to late to sack
Me and secondly were am I gonna stay
Huzzah, Let's hope far away!
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So this is the third strike, you're dumping me just like
a trashbag and why? Just because of some must-
ard on the carpet, you pathetic dorkhead
I assume that you humor did just bite from the dust.
But this isn't over yet! Yeah you cant bet on that
The last part of my tale will surely appease
and change you mind anyhow turn on your deaf aid now,
The story goes on, for good things come in threes.
Huzzah, Good things come in threes!
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So the cutter struck sails, wrecked as Toni's mum's scales
and of as much avail for the long road ahead.
Still the mood in the group was just super woop-e-doop yeah,
except that they slowly grew ripe for the bad,
for they knew that they would have to go on by foot.
No problem for such a walk is all the less
stressful if you sing along with a motivating song.
And to emphasize this i'll flood the cabin of the chorus guys with helium gas.
Huzzah, with helium gas!
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Before a champ decamps to adventure and enters
the lion's den he attends an obscure
purification ritual that's a habitual
narrative rule - look it up, it's for sure!
Polished to utmost cleanliness and dressed up as his nemesis,
he chose backed by Goal to go out on a limb.
And that they had to leave their friends of old
out in the cold was basically their own fault!
Advance, newer halt! Because brakes are for wimps.
Huzzah, Because brakes are for wimps
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Regarding Goals death and the loss of the As-
cension codes, I'll desist from my usual bon mots.
Things were in a mess, the tightness in his chest
was no less as big as the colossus of Rhodes.
As he fell from the skies his life flashed before his eyes,
Bereft of hope no courage left to pluck up,
he did finally comprehend this was the definite end,
game over this time, he completely f*cked up.
Huzzah, He completely f*cked up!
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Rufus a clone? Wow! Well whaddayouknow now,
that's mind-boggling news, but I'm sure you cane cope.
Just put on your slickers and hitch up you knickers,
for once more there flickers a speckle of hope.
Where things do look black you need someone to check
on the bulbs at the tunnel's end and if by hap
it turns out to be a cloning lab, you can prep for a quantum step,
for three times the Rufus is Three times the jab.
Huzzah, Three times the crap!
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the final maneuver proved as a move no more
nuts as any other plan there was at hand.
A perfect occasion for a contemplation
of all the events and the writer's intent.
It may seem safe to say that Rufus's way
for saving the day it a little snafu,
but when shit hits the fan is when a decent man's plan
will dwindle deeper as ever a diver With a scuba did do.
Huzzah, With a scoob a dee doo!
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I'm closing my case. There's nothing left to say.
Any last questions? ... yeah... I'll take this as a no.
But if you fill battered, your whole world is shattered,
i may have a helpful suggestion for you:
Just grab you harmonica sign about Deponia
and Rufus's dream of a life more ideal
and the fact that sometimes there may be just one last chance to save the day
to let go and if that's so... I'm off now for real!
Huzzah, he's off now for real!