Ariel: A Browncoat Ballad

Ariel: A Browncoat Ballad

Feeding pigeons sounds better
Than eating food that smells like crotch
But the Core ain't no place for coats
Of a brownish color

Nor is it the place to be
For a gorram freak
That prefers that others wear a shirt
Of a reddish color

Sometimes the best way
To find work
Is to go lookin'
Close to home

Meds are quite the lucrative business
Stealing from the rich
Selling to the poor
A payment worth the risk

A mechanic and pilot
Unknowingly volunteer for the wrong side of the Core
Wrong, but true
A sample of the filth the Alliance is built upon

Gunners ain't doctors
And junk don't fly
But they might just do
In a pinch made blue

A brother's dream
To end his sister's nightmares
Must be confronted
In deep sleep

While in slumber
A nightmare wakes
Born of betrayal
Fueled by fury

With lights and sounds
Flowing through his sister
A brother's heart breaks
To find her brain was ravaged

And now his sister
Feels everything
She can't not
She can't not feel the hands of blue

Those hands of blue
Tightening their grip
From across the universe
Forever haunting

The feds have their ducks in a row
But Browncoats keep fightin'
Never really expectin' things
To go according to the gorram plan

Blue hands make
Purple bellies red
Piercing screams
Intensifying waking nightmares

Let the warning be clear
You turn on the crew
You turn on the captain
Which could leave you flash frozen and particularly skinny

With knowledge, a doctor can heal her
With his heart, a brother can save her
No more sleeping Meimei
It's time to wake up