[Verse 1]
I was born in a cart, with no wheels in sight,
Face to the sky, just a bug-ridden knight.
The guard looked at me, then flew into space,
Another sweet day in this digital place.
NPCs moonwalk, dragons fly backward,
I got stuck in a wall tryin’ to talk to the blacksmith.
Saved the world three times, but the goats still glitch,
And the game crashes more than Todd gives a—
[Chorus]
Ohhh Brokethesda, land of the bugs,
Your worlds are a mess, but we still give you hugs.
We mod it, we love it, we scream through the pain,
You crash, we reload, and we’re back in the game.
Ohhh Brokethesda, oh sweet broken dream,
It’s jank, it’s chaos—it’s running on steam… barely.
[Verse 2]
I bought Fallout with hope, and maybe some grace,
But my power armor flew off into space.
Companions got stuck, the dog cloned itself,
And my Pip-Boy’s now living on someone else’s shelf.
Starfield looked shiny, a galactic delight,
Until Vasco just t-posed straight into the night.
The UI’s a mess, the ships barely steer,
But I still play it daily—send help, my dear.
[Chorus]
Ohhh Brokethesda, glitcher supreme,
Your QA’s a myth, your code is a meme.
We mod it, we tweak it, we pray to the stars,
Then reload a save from seventeen hours.
Ohhh Brokethesda, king of the patch,
You serve up bugs like a five-star batch.
[Bridge – slow and soulful, like a bard pouring their heart out to a half-rendered sunset]:
But still I roam… through pixel and pain,
Through broken quest lines and NPC disdain.
And though my horse just climbed a cliffside wrong,
You gave me a world where I still belong.
[Final Chorus – full power, guitar solo, bug noises in the background]:
Ohhh Brokethesda, we roast, but we ride,
Through invisible walls and that one door that lied.
We curse, we crash, we scream with delight,
‘Cause your broken worlds just feel so right.
Ohhh Brokethesda… never change too much—
We’ll be here, patching, loving your touch.
[Outro – soft static, sound of a game crash, and the bard sighing:] “Guess I’ll wait for the next patch…”
