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Started as a tune, nothin' tall
Just a modest little afterlife hall
Them feral struts in golden grin
Boys, let's make it pierce the bloody sky..
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We said, sure, in theory, mate
But the scope's already out of date
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Million blocks, half the crew's crook
Sandstorm ate the delivery book
Still in sprint for what a joke
Pharaoh's vision's gone up in smoke
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With Jira in twentyfive hundred B.C.
We'd still be doing stand-ups endlessly
Pharaoh wants more, but the scope won't bend
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We can build it, yeah, we can
But it's gonna blow the budget and the plan
With Jira in twentyfive hundred B.C.
We'd still be stuck in sprint preview..
[ INTERLUDE ]
[ INTERLUDE ]
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Now he wants three more pyramids
One shaped like a bird - mate!
you're taking the piss..
More gold, shiny air,
By flood season we go
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With Jira in twentyfive hundred B.C.
We'd still be doing stand-ups endlessly
Just one more feature, Pharaoh said
While we're counting down the man days left
We can scale it, sure, that's fair
Double the gold and we'll get there
With Jira in twentyfive hundred B.C.
We'd still be stuck in sprint preview..
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Brick stand up - yesterday yeah
I moved a rock, today gonna move a rock
Block curse - it's a rock
Pharaoh wants it shinier..
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Look, Pharaoh, we love to dream
But we're out of grain and self-esteem
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[ GUITAR CHIME ]
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Stakeholder notes in between
Million blocks and a million meetings
Still no bloody completion briefing
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With Jira in twentyfive hundred B.C.
We'd still be stuck in Sprint..
Revue..
Jira in - twentyfive hundred B.C.
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