Goodbye Free Radical
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While LucasArts around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the PS3
And they made you change your game
And it seems to me you dev'd your life
Like a flying monkey shootout in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When HD set in
And I would have liked to have played you
But I was just a Wii gamer
Your profits burned out long before
Your heir apparent to Goldeneye ever did
Haze was tough
The toughest game you ever made
Gamestop created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that
the building's locks had been changed
Goodbye Free Radical
From the gamer in the 22nd row
Who sees you as something as more than hardcore
More than just our FPS Miyamoto