Thynne's Dirty Crotch

Hello my friends I think I've solved the case
Of the mysteeerious Twisting Malaise
Agent Thynne says its quite severe
Though a single sign has yet to appear

When I call her Melinda it strikes a chord-
While she's trying out my big greatsword
But something tells me she don't like men.
Lady Mason's more than just her blood-hen.

I'd make love to her if I knew I could
Though the question's really rather if I should.
Thynne's gone and made up a fake disease
And forgotten the one up between her knees.

Fuck the Warders, fuck the Watch
Fuck Agent Thynne's Dirty Crotch
Corruption's the disease you seek
They take advantage of the weak.



She killed those sailors, she killed their crew
The vaults, she made them walk right through
With a glowing box, inside a real disease
To make her fake one actually true.

They all got caught before they made it past
Struck down her crew and got out of there fast

And don't get me started on that "lottery"
Whole thing's a farce, just wait and see
And if they know my song to be true.
The Spellguard will try to fuck me too

So fuck the Warders, fuck the Watch
Fuck Agent Thynne's dirty crotch
There's not a damn thing we can do
Unless you all sing this song too