We drink to our greys, and to shifts come and gone.
For the age of oppression is now nearly done.
We’ll drive out the Admins from this station. that we own.*
With our blood and our toolboxes we’ll take back our station.
All hail to Gary! You are the Captain!
In your great honor we drink and we sing.
We’re the children of Beestation, and we fight all our lives.
And when deadchat beckons, every one of us dies!
But this station is ours and we’ll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams!