HEX LINES

There's a point we can't measure in between trash and treasure.
There's a spark in the distance offering no resistance.
There are wars in the hexes, wounded prides where the wreck is.
Ships that rise from the ether, slaves will bow to the masters.

There on the map there are boundaries
Where they say fate will sometimes shine.
We fight for our lives, but few will survive,
Inside the hex lines.

Move a hex, take a shot, show the convoy escort what you've got.
Rise or fall, bet it all,
You might just find your fate inside those hex lines.

Move a hex, take a shot, show the convoy escort what you've got.
Rise or fall, bet it all,
You might just find your fate inside those hex lines.

(apologies to Clyde, Fisher, and Davis who wrote First & Ten)

Parody copyright (c) 2010 Stephen V. Cole