welcome to the guild, my lad now gird your loins for the long-haul keep ye wits about ye as you rosin up that jigsaw the work is rough the brain goes mush and madness lurks in every corner cut the turn in front of ye hew the contours of disorder toaster-oven pizza at four in the morning just a dash of salt, perhaps with a double-splash of bourbon the grind inside the puzzle factory is never-ever boring these puzzles must get built, my friends and we're the ones who get it done bemuse bewilder flabbergast our jigsaws cast a disarray we the crew of puzzle factory cut the turns of their dismay if it seems that everything is falling into pieces well, that's the job, dear lads the real erodes as business increases we sweat and toil fracturing reality for their enjoyment if you don't count the hours, friend this is quite a fine employment our business builds the shambles of a topsy-turvy bottom-line supple, messy disarrangement we craft a chaos so refined down your shots and slices, boys it's time to grab the jigsaws we cut up a glimpse of life all night long from dusk til dawn bemuse bewilder flabbergast our jigsaws cast a disarray we the crew of puzzle factory cut the turns of their dismay one moment's pause for a dose of grog then stand up strong now, lads we grind away at the imagery we hoist those gleaming jigsaws we: contorter they: the solver hope they pray for our darkest nights don't you worry we're paid with time to contemplate the paradox of life bemuse bewilder flabbergast our jigsaws cast a disarray we the crew of puzzle factory cut the turns of their dismay it takes a bit of discipline not quite three drops of bourbon to craft a crafty indiscipline for their worthy, mirthy well-paid diversions the trick, ye lads, has always been navigating twists and turns we refine paradox for saner minds compelled by absurd bemuse bewilder flabbergast our jigsaws cast a disarray we the crew of puzzle factory cut the turns of their dismay artisans of crazy reduce the truth to anarchy these twists a gift of our mission: oh, always obfuscate back on the lines, lads hew those loops, now twists those knobs and always remember: these are the profits of insanity hey-hey yay the guild of gilded crazy hey-hey yay we cut and craft anarchy hey-hey hey-hey hey-hey-yay back to work        

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Bemuse Bewilder Flabbergast [PFWU Fight-Shanty] (Traditional)
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