SkyMarshall Arts - Eternal Gamer

Hi boy – and Girl. How you been? you good? it’s been a few weird years
I guess we still on our arses playing all them games until something interferes
We got kids – we at work, and the guys are pushing forty, still we going pretty hard
So we pass on our skills, now the kids are getting kills, we can still be young at heart

“Instrumental”

Week day, wake up, dollars to be made, sparky’s off to save the day
Load the truck, new address, save a maiden in distress, electricians on their way
Let therе be light said the lord, we obеy his fair command, we’ll illuminate your life for a grand
It’s a symphony of circuits with warriors in blue, Power ranger with his crew

“Instrumental”

Mancave, hell yeah! There you find your boy. He’s devoured by a chair
Filled with pixelated heroes of every single year that is daddy’s secret lair
We are o the arcade have to get up the board, try to beat the boys with a better score
Not a care while we share, a few hearty laughs and beer we remember years of yore

“Instrumental”

Well then. That’s that. Boomer’s getting old, guess we levelled up in life
Not much time for the music, the hobbies or the games raising daughters with the wife
So then here’s to the lads we are killing it as dads, we decay, but the boys are in their prime
We’re nostalgic for the past, and we try to make it last, so we still go back in time