It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Steada thanks we
just get hits
and sent to the
sulphur pits
It's the hard knock life
Got no folks to tend our hurt
Cuz we grew out of the dirt
hooked swords instead of toys
'Least meat's back on the menu, boys,
It's the hard knock life
But it's loud when the wargs are always howling,
Task masters threatening to cut our hide,
or threatening to drill us full of maggot holes
It's enough to make an orc just want to hide.
In the dark, when the Ettenmoors get creepy
And you're jumped on the moment that you blink
When we die, not a single one gets weepy
It's enough to send an orc right to the brink.
Evil laughing life
Find the halfling life
Smoke is wafting life
Again tomorrow life
Saruman we never see
But he bosses you and me
It's all bad judgement in
An uruk regiment
It's the hard knock life
-by Gwin of Mirkwood, who heard a snippet of this from a defiler named Muzz while really wasted one night and just kinda ran with it
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