A Good Day to Die (Reprise)

But still… we could die
We all know that’s a massive load of—
Right
Still… we might
And if we did
We will never live ever after
Cozy at home by the sea
You writing poems
For our seven children
Frankly, I thought maybe three
I’ll never marry Roberta
And rule a kingdom
Loved and respected and cheered
Known for my fair-minded ways
And my full-grown dragon
Also my full, flowing beard
It’s a good day to die!
Oh please, this isn’t Game of Thrones
We’re not gonna die
Let’s end the song and grow some stones and fight
Or will we leave all our viewers
With pain and anger
Just like we left them last year?
Could we just stop once again
On a huge cliffhanger—