BATTLE HYMN OF THE ERISTOCRACY

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BATTLE HYMN OF THE ERISTOCRACY

Original by Omar, revisions & additional lyrics by Eleri Hamilton & Jeremy Daniel Buhler | Tune: The Battle Hymn of the Republic

Now, the Gods they threw a party in one thousand-odd B.C.
They invited every goddess 'cept Discordia, all but She
So She rolled a golden apple, thereby starting a melee
Her apple corps is strong!

CHORUS:
Glory chaos, hail Discordia!
Glory chaos, hail Discordia!
Glory chaos, hail Discordia!
Her apple corps is strong!

For the Apple Hera offered Paris all the gold and jewels she could
Athena promised the bodies of his enemies thus strewn
But Aphrodite offered Helen - and EVERYONE got screwed!
Her apple corps is strong!

CHORUS

Though the Romans dubbed her Eris and the Brits they called her Strife
She is still the same Discordia; Chaos' spawn, and Murphy's wife
And the mortal who ignores Her courts the peril of his life
Her apple corps is strong!

CHORUS

She's the queen of all the Weird Shit, and the patron of the odd
She can tease out hidden crazy from behind every stiff facade
Give in to her temptations, and Greyfaces be gone!
Her apple corps is strong!

CHORUS

So when the universe kicks your ass, you know she is nearby
Get back in her good graces with a bunless dog on Fri (one singer should belt out "DAY!", and get hushed by people nearby)
Take the chaos with some laughter and kiss your stress goodbye
Her apple corps is strong!

CHORUSx3 (Tempo, pitch, tune etc should degrade noticeably through last two choruses, and then they pull their shit together for the last "Her apple corps is strong!")


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