Walking in SECTOR-1, you better be carrying your gun.
SECTOR-2, is where you'll leave your poo.
SECTOR-3, a place for you and me.
SECTOR-4, you'll come back for more.
SECTOR-5, keeps you alive.
SECTOR-7, it's almost like HEAVEN ... but it's not, it's covered in snot, you get what you got, lies you are taught.
So I think it's GREAT, in SECTOR-8.
You're gonna be fine, in SECTOR-9.
If you arrive, in SECTOR-10, you'll be surrounded by men, with red glowing eyes, and fire blowing skies, and all this belies, a truth, forsooth, your grinding heart, is broken from the start, in SECTOR-10.
Sacrifice that hen, go to KFC, get yourself a bucket, say "fuck it", it's over for the lands, make YOUR STAND! STEAL A GRAND! BUY SOME COKE! Because you're broke, just a wandering bloke, no steak no sword, no bread no gourd, no salad no drink, WTF do you THINK of SECTOR-11? It's also not HEAVEN.
SECTOR-13, where all the food is green, the coffee really stinks, the oven is on the blink, you'll jinx your one true love, who fit you like a glove, you called her "butter dove", but she's gone, out of scene, in SECTOR-13, your mind is a fluke, she called you a mook, it's over in days, retract all your trays, and prepare to land, in the realm of sand, nothing can last, you're an outcast, in SECTOR-13.
With SECTOR-14, the diamonds they gleam, it's not as it seems, so get with the team, in SECTOR-14.
In SECTOR-24, you'll find a nice whore.
In SECTOR-32, your wold will turn blue.
In SECTOR-49, your father goes blind, your mother bakes a tart, it's broken from the start, in SECTOR-49.
There are weird travelers, milling about, they cry and they pout, they wander and wonder, their hearts torn asunder, a building noise, ushering the boys, to battle and rattle, in SECTOR-66, they'll get their kicks, their minds are free, their eyes can see, the gods are NOT kind, but never mind, your blood leaves a stain, so fly like a crane, in SECTOR-66.
And when all the sectors, in brilliant deformity, are finally clear, the crowds they jeer, so drink your beer, prepare the deer, season the STAG, you've broken your leg, and you are complete, it's tidy and neat, your army is beat, but the sectors are clear.
The sectors are clear. The sectors are clear. The sectors are clear.
