Lyrics

It was just past dawn, in the warehouse zone,
Where forklifts roamed and the wind had blown.
I stepped off the clock, my shift was done,
When a shadow emerged in the morning sun.
A man in rags, with a look so wild,
Eyes full of fury, and vengeance compiled.
He pointed a finger, all trembling and cold,
And spoke like a prophet of stories untold—
"You took my sandwich, I know it was you!"
I had no idea, but what could I do?
Oh, the fists they flew, outside Geodis' gate!
A battle so fierce, it was sealed by fate!
Punches like thunder, kicks like rain,
Two men enter, but who shall remain?!
He swung with a shopping cart, rusty and bent,
I dodged like a ninja, my energy spent.
He pulled from his coat a half-eaten sub,
And hurled it forth like a plague from above!
I countered with combos, like a PlayStation fight,
But he tanked every hit, powered by spite.
"You fight with skill," the old man confessed,
"But can you survive my final test?"
He reached in his pocket—what could it be?
A pigeon he tamed, now flying at me!
Oh, the fists they flew, outside Geodis' gate!
A battle so fierce, it was sealed by fate!
A pigeon was screaming, chaos untamed,
Who would be left to carry the name?!
The pigeon struck hard, I staggered back,
Vision went blurry, everything black.
I woke up later, my coworkers stared,
"Man, what happened?"—but nobody cared.
The old man was gone, just dust in the air,
Had he been real? Was he ever there?!
So heed this warning, take caution, beware,
Of battles with strangers, fought on a dare.
For outside Geodis, where the cold winds blow,
The streets have warriors... you'll never know.