Who Wants To Fight Forever

Oh, come on, you have to filk Queen songs. What else is talent for?

[early 1993]

There’s no fight for us
There’s no war for us
What is this hall that fills our view
Yet calls aloud to us?

Who wants to fight forever
Who wants to fight forever

There’s our chair for us
It’s all provided for us
This hall has plainly tons of dinner
Set aside for us

Who wants to fight forever
Who wants to fight forever
Who wants to bruise forever, oh
When food is nigh

But touch my bowl with your meat
Feed me more, let me drink and eat
And we can stay forever
And we can feast forever
Forever put food away

Who wants to fight forever
Who wants to fight forever
Forever chow down today
(Who’d beat Sir Agro anyway?)