Lucky Comrade-In-Arms
Original song: 'Lycky Ball and Chain' by They Might be Giants
filked by Ana Lyssie Cotton

 

 


Allo all *waves cheerily* Don't ask me where this came from... Disclaimer: Cable and Domino aren't mine, neither are the Marauders and Dark Riders... Marvel can't sue, I'm not making money... Or, well, they shouldn't... Lynxie, stop chewing on my arm...

This filk is dedicated to Alicia McKenzie, may she always ace her lectures and speeches and presentations (yes, yes, so she won't see this good luck till *after* but it's all rectro-active continuity.)


I lost my lucky comrade-in-arms
My psi-link is so dead
She's five-foot eight and tired of
My martyr complex'd head

She threw away her baby-doll
I held on to my angst
She's younger than my mother, and
I'm older than her grand-da

Confidentially--
She never called me baby-doll
Confidentially--
I never lose the angst

But now I gun down Marauders
and I fight with Stryfe
And avoid this very Fated end of mine

I let her walk away from me
She thought I was so whipped
I just ignored her comments, and
"Oh flonq you, Nate."
And she stalked out the door

I can shoot my big big gun
and, Oath, I wasn't wrong!
But with her the argument
is over 'fore it's on

Sure as the Riders flock to Poccy
you can't flonq your Fate
And though she told me off that day
It never ends for me

Confidentially--
I was dubbed the Chosen One
Confidentially--
I never was too thrilled

But what is, is and I'm stuck
in this perfect mess
to fight and die for my own future's past


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