**Petrifying Pumpkins**
An Irish lad so blue
Dreaming of a game
He just can't pursue
With a heavy heart
He can't help but rue
The virtual reality
He's longing to find true
[Verse 2]
Sitting by the fire
Eyes filled with despair
Wishing he could step into a world so fair
But all he's got are tears and empty air
No Contractors Showdown
No escape from this snare