**Inspired by Endzone -- Originally posted a year ago in someone else's blog which I can't find anymore

Náin Damage (Brain Damage, Pink Floyd, 1973)

The chaos dwarf is on the grass.
The chaos dwarf is on the grass.
Blocking chains, and tackle-pombs and laughs.
Clear the fodder off the LOS.

The chaos dwarf is in the hall.
The chaos dwarfs are in my hall.
Nuffle pins our elven faces to the floor,
And every game the scheduler brings more.

And if the CAS rolls hurt us many turns too soon,
And if there are no linemen on the pew,
And if our team explodes with fouls, pitch-clearings too,
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The chaos dwarf is in my head.
The chaos dwarf is in my head.
You wield the claw, you roll the POW,
You Pile On me with Mighty Blow.
You cage the ball
And GFI times three,
Someone’s gonna score and it’s not me.

And if the centaur’s hooves are thundering in your ear
Your blodgestep he doesn’t seem to fear.
And if it’s snakes you roll on dodging, armour hewn,
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.