He Tripped On A Rock (I'll Tell 'Er)

(To the tune of Umbrella, by Rihanna)

[Intro: Peter]
Ahuh ahuh (Yeah Grayson)
Ahuh ahuh (Drunkard gone hero)
Ahuh ahuh (Take ninety two ... Action)
Ahuh ahuh

No rations in my bag
Let 'em rot, for what I've got I'll still eat
Walking 'round is a drag
When we stop to rest I sag, I fall over
'Cause hey I'm no drover
Could use a four leaf clover, you know me,
A reputation, for deprivation, a patience depleter
Peter, the ranger is back with little Mr. Negative
Grayson where you at?

[Grayson]
You have the fault
And it was yours by default
Maybe you disagree
But YOU purchased the salt
Now we're in the dark
Sick of this story arc
And Paul WOULD be here too
Allow me to remark
To you

When you are lost, we're lost together
Walking in circles forever
Why the hell am I still your friend?
Burnt the map and our food's nearly at end
Now I hate you more than ever
And when I'm asked by someone other
"He tripped on a rock" I'll tell 'er
"It was an accident" I'll tell 'er
(Ell 'er, ell 'er, eh, eh, eh)
"On a rock" I'll tell 'er
(Ell 'er, ell 'er, eh, eh, eh)
"Accident" I'll tell 'er
(Ell 'er, ell 'er, eh, eh, eh)
"Not my fault" I'll tell 'er
(Ell 'er, ell 'er, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)

It seems everything
Will always come in between
Part of my inventory, twenty K will never be
Instead we've landed in strife
Paul can not sing for his life
And that's irony
From his fucking claustrophobi (a)
So now

When I attack you, we'll work together
My talking sword will shine forever
Even though it complains with its voice
It's a fucking sword so it doesn't have a choice
Will you really shut up ever?
Used one ryhme, I'll switch to another
You're one very annoying fella'
An extremely annoying fella'
(Ella', ella', eh, eh, eh)
Very annoying fella'
(Ella', ella', eh, eh, eh)
Extremely annoying fella'
(Ella', ella', eh, eh, eh)
Gonna stab myself a fella'
(Ella', ella', eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)

You can run into my sword
Nameless wrote this because he's bored
Just ignore him
There's no distance (that would logically result in a two day shortcut compared to weeks travel) in between our destinations
So go on and get the ep. made
Peter's never going to get laid
Because

When the song ends, we'll make out together
Outside of the closet forever
Okay, so we're more than friends
Why else do you think I'd go to these ends
Now that we're lonely more than ever
Do threesomes work with a ghost as an other?
Maybe we'll soon find a wine cellar
I think we're gonna need a wine cellar
(ellar, ellar, eh, eh, eh)
God, I need a beer
(eer, eer, ee, ee, ee)
And what's with the echo here?
(ere, ere, ee, ee, ee)
No, wait, that's just Peter
(eter, eter, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee)

Shut up, Peter.

[Peter]
Sorry.