The ward is a factory for the Combine
Five to One
Five to one, baby, one in five,
No one here gets out alive, now
You’ll get yours, baby, I’ll get mine,
Gonna make it, baby, if we try.
The old get old and the young get stronger,
May take a week and it may take longer,
They got the guns but we got the numbers,
Gonna win, yeah, we’re takin’ over, come on!
Your ballroom days are over, baby.
Night is drawing near,
Shadows of the evening
Crawl across the years.
You walk across the floor with a flower in your hand,
Trying to tell me no one understands,
Trade in your hours for a handful dimes.
Gonna make it, baby, in our prime.
Got together one more time,
Get together, (one more time).
Get together one more time!
Get together, gotta get together
Gotta get together, gotta…
Na na, na na na na na…
Hey, come on, honey,
You won’t have a long wait for me, baby.
I’ll be there in just a little while,
You see, I gotta go out in this car with these people
And get fucked up.