One (more) Week with the Barenaked Ladies
One more week. That's what those Svean chicks keep sayin'. By the end of the week, me and Willow be home sweet home.
Maybe.
Still a lot of shit can go wrong. Spell may not work, meanin' we stuck here learnin' Prussian the rest of our lives. Spell may work but dump us next to a T-Rex somewhere. Spell might kinda work, meanin' we wind up back home a couple of charcoal briquettes.
Yeah, I know, Sveans keep sayin' they got this. But ain't nothin' ever gone perfect ever since I hooked up with Angel, so I don't figure it'll start now.
And that's just stuff that can go wrong with gettin' us home. That's providing we make it to when we supposed to do the hocus pocus. 'Cause we know Angelus is out there, somewhere, ready to pounce.
I kinda feel bad about that. I mean, say we get sent home. Angelus is still here with the Sveans. Now, we can tell the Sveans not to dust Angelus, 'cause that'd bring some serious shit down on everybody's head. But if they don't put him down, he can keep comin' till he puts them down.
I just don't think Angelus'll stay away too long, no matter what kind of mojo the Sveans throw at his ass.
Hell, maybe Angelus did kill the Sveans back before we caused time to skip a couple of beats. Maybe it's supposed to happen.
Don't mean I gotta be down with it.
At this point, I just hope we make it to the end of the week. Willow's startin' to look ragged around the edges, and I know she been hallucinating about something or another. She says she's fine and goes on about her "resolve face," but I know all this ritual shit's starting to wear on her.
Hell, this whole time-trip got my brain fried.
One more week, though. We can go one more week.
We get stuck here, though...different story.
Maybe.
Still a lot of shit can go wrong. Spell may not work, meanin' we stuck here learnin' Prussian the rest of our lives. Spell may work but dump us next to a T-Rex somewhere. Spell might kinda work, meanin' we wind up back home a couple of charcoal briquettes.
Yeah, I know, Sveans keep sayin' they got this. But ain't nothin' ever gone perfect ever since I hooked up with Angel, so I don't figure it'll start now.
And that's just stuff that can go wrong with gettin' us home. That's providing we make it to when we supposed to do the hocus pocus. 'Cause we know Angelus is out there, somewhere, ready to pounce.
I kinda feel bad about that. I mean, say we get sent home. Angelus is still here with the Sveans. Now, we can tell the Sveans not to dust Angelus, 'cause that'd bring some serious shit down on everybody's head. But if they don't put him down, he can keep comin' till he puts them down.
I just don't think Angelus'll stay away too long, no matter what kind of mojo the Sveans throw at his ass.
Hell, maybe Angelus did kill the Sveans back before we caused time to skip a couple of beats. Maybe it's supposed to happen.
Don't mean I gotta be down with it.
At this point, I just hope we make it to the end of the week. Willow's startin' to look ragged around the edges, and I know she been hallucinating about something or another. She says she's fine and goes on about her "resolve face," but I know all this ritual shit's starting to wear on her.
Hell, this whole time-trip got my brain fried.
One more week, though. We can go one more week.
We get stuck here, though...different story.