You pay for what you get.
A fucked Erector set with indoor plumbing.
With holes in walls and floors,
And plastic trailer doors,
This place is classy!
The bastard wants his rent,
Or rabid dogs be sent,
I'll take my chances.
Roll on twelve-sided dice.
Some dignity'd be nice.
I hear you laughing.
Needn't be so vicious, pal.
Your slummy valor serves you well.
He might do it for kicks. Burn out.

Lyrics submitted by Wills

D & D Fantasy song meanings
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