In the year 2004, we were opening the door To a pathway full of sunny looking times. In the year 2005, stopwatch futures took a dive, Leaving us with nothing more than cents and dimes. In the years we’ve yet to see, We do not know, but we agree That there will be no rest, We’ll pass our test, Become obsessed and free. In the year 2006, we discovered magic tricks, Which we used for waging war against the odds. In the year 2007, they invited us to heaven, And we plundered the Casino of the Gods. (And go.)