Maggy's second hit, the Metal Man, was composed after being impaled by a Javelin thrown by Draken.
Lyrics:
Its nine o'clock on a Friday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Theres an old lizard there sitting next to me
Impaling me with a javellin
He says, son, can you bleed me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger snake's clothes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the metal man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you'd better not put up a fight
Now Saur at the bar is a friend of mine
He poisons my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your cloak
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Mag, I believe this is killing me."
As his knife tore a hole in my face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now PM is a real kickarse arsonist
Who's really quite good with a knife
And he's talkin with Curly who's often quite surly
And prone to giving me lots of strife
And the murderess is practicing politics
As the NPCs slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But its better than drinkin' alone
Sing us a song, you're the metal man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you'd better not put up a fight
Its a pretty good crowd before Saturday
And the my player gives me a smile
cause he knows that its me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like your rear
And they laugh from afar and hit me with a car
And say, mag, let me give you this spear!
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Sing us a song, you're the metal man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you'd better not put up a fight