Saddle-Town

SADDLE-TOWN
(a song of the First Generation)

Well, we're living here in Saddle-Town
Where they once burned all the factories down.

Out in Ponyville it's raiding time,
They're dealing in slaves,
And blurring the line.

Well our mothers fought the only world-war
Fought the Zebras bunkered on our shores,
Met our fathers and they had a go,
Then back to the lines,
Well, that's how it goes.

And we're living here in Saddle-Town.

With the wrack and ruin all around,
And it's getting very hard to stay...

Well, we're waiting here in Saddle-Town,
Until the raiders try to go to ground.
For the bloody trouble that they made,
We're all working hard
To dig them their grave.

So our harnesses all hang on the wall,
And the plowshare never helped us at all.
Farming never taught us what was real,
The powder and lead,
The Rangers of Steel...
And we're waiting here in Saddle-Town.

But they've taken all the gems from the ground,
And the local traders crawled away...

Every filly had a pretty good shot
To get at least as far as their old folks got.
But it's been decades since we fell to disgrace,
They threw a thousand bombs all over the place...

Oh-whoa-oh!

Well I'm living here in Saddle-Town
And I guess I'm all that's left around.
So I won't be getting up today...

[gunfire, sounds of a running battle]

And it's getting very hard to stay...
And I'm dying here in Saddle-Town.