Largo's Hospital Horde
It's really better if you sing along...

I was alone in an operating room
Wondering why this fanboy has a womb

You can fight, you can pie, you can shoot
But one day you'll meet somebody's foot
In that hour, we'll be there, thank the Lord,
Nurses from Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!

When you've shattered your leg and set fire to your hair,
When you can't see the sky for the pie in the air
When the streams of undead seem like they'll never end,
And the bolt on your bow is the last one you'll send
Then you turn to surprise, for she's there, it's a nurse!
Your own words will surprise her,
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The skies you'll see -
As a blurred streak!
Sharing pain makes it weak!

When you've lived your whole life disguised as a real girl,
And they said, \"She's a BOT! Any fanboy could have her!\"
And you suddenly learn that you're worshiped afar,
But the cause of a war, yes that's you, who you are
If the pink in your cheeks means your knuckles are white,
Don't you think you're alone, call the UFL phone!
We'll send nurses on site-
Cute-cute girls end the fight!

When you want to get out, just cry out! We're not far-
Just be careful, make sure you don't let down your guard
If you do, you'll be hit, and won't that be a shame!
We'll be bringin' home pieces, and that's not the same
But don't worry or fret!
We've not given up yet!
You've not seen the great pow'r of the wondrous duct-tape
Of the Hospital Horde!

We've got nurses on call and winged doctors in flight
We've got bedsides set up, and CPAE for your fright
And we search for hurt fanboys lying out in the fray,
And avoiding the pies and the bullets that spray
We'ave promised ourselves we'll be healers to others
Be a cheer to them, wipe their tears for them-
We're the friends of all others-
Best of healers and lovers!

I was alone
I was alone
I was alone in my operating room
Wondering why this fanboy has a womb?

Give him Drowned Spring of Boy, now he's back
To a man, Check the chart, let 'em go
Back to war for his girl and his sword
It's my job at the Hospital ward!

Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!
Largo's Hospital Horde!

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Language of Your Voice
by the good people at Fans! (A pity you can't see the original page)

I was alone in my family's living room
Wondering why my mom leased me her womb

You can work, you can shirk, you can play
But inside you've got something to say
In your throat you hold meaningful noise
Never lose the language of your voice
The language of your voice!
The language of your voice!
The language of your voice!
The language of your voice!

When you've shattered your windows and torn up your sheets
When you can't see the floor under all your defeats
When the screams of the dead are alive in your ears
And a fall from a plane is the least of your fears
Then you turn to your friends, you may choke, but must speak
Your own words will surprise you,
The skies won't be-
storming or bleak
Sharing pain makes it weak

When you've lived your whole life disguised as a cadaver
And they've said "She's a slut,any bastard could have her"
And you suddenly learn that you're going to live
But have no idea how, you have something to give
If the pink in your cheeks means your knuckles are white
Don't you think you're alone, get your friends on the phone
Hundreds have the same fright
Helping you makes their night

When you want to complain, just complain! Life is hard
But this Club is a place you can let down your guard
It's a place you should say what you feel without shame
When a love's unrequited, it's love all the same
And with mom and my aunt,
I can't be whom I want
But this Club is the place where my words are my choice
The language of my voice

When I sang to my mom with a hum and a croon
And she said "Oh, that's nice,dear,now watch your cartoon"
And she never once came to my junior high plays
And I learned about sex from the online D.J.s
Then I promised myself I would listen to others
Be an ear to them, spread some cheer to them
If I couldn't choose mothers
I'd choose sisters and brothers

I was alone
I was alone
I was alone in my family's living room
Wondering why my mom leased me her womb

But I'm not, now, and neither are you
Open up, and let me hear what's true
Find the tongue of the young girls and boys
And reclaim the language of your voice!
The language of your voice! (x8)


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