Take a fresh Playstation Add plenty of seasoned frustration Marvel at the glory of this Machine Roll a spliff made for Charlie Sheen Game for 6 hours at room temperature Squeeze controller until you see hairline fracture Anger rising to the top That guy lied to me, the one from the shop Nothing but coffee flavour in this bag of Revels Listen to your shoulder devils Ask Playstation to work the way you want it Refusal to comply, I miss 8bit Swing controller like a ball and chain Look, as its blue eye turns to red in pain Proceed to dance on Playstation to tenderise A madman reflected on the screen in disguise Last salvation is on the warranty sheet Enjoy, Bon appetit