Addicted To Starcraft-Favorite Vice

The Tal-Dareem are fighting-mad; They've realized they've just been had. Expect soon Zealots and Stalkers, Immortals and those "cliff walkers". Zerg Hydralisks are assembling just out of range, Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,… The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets, Brutalisks are moving—it’s looking quite desperate. What matter's most: who'll be standing last, So let's hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast. There’s a silver lining for each “end of the world”: My shift’s almost done and my Siege Tank’s been rebuilt. I could spend my last hours paralyzed in fright; But no, I got a date with that cute medic tonight. Protoss Carriers and Voids will fill the sky, And Dark Templars may be sneakin' by. Double the turrets, add more bunkers-- Fill them with Marines and Marauders. What matters most: who's standing last, So hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast! I took several stim-packs off a dead Marine, And I’ll take a few jolts if she gives me the green. So all those bug-eyed-monsters better stay out of sight… Better not mess with me and my Medic tonight. So we’re all out of minerals, almost out of Vespene. We’re training our last Marauders, building our last Viking. But if our Ghosts and Banshees hit the Zerg and Protoss just right, I might still be around for my Medic tonight. Got a date with that blue-eyed young medic tonight. You know, the one that I’ve had for months in my sights. If my Siege Tank’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’. Got a date with that pretty sweet medic tonight. Jim Raynor's Raiders will soon be back; Load your ammo, get ready to counter-attack! So train more Reapers for rear missions: Sneak around back, take out their pylons. Make sure we're the ones left standing last. Just keep hitting 'em hard and hitting 'em fast.