paroles de chanson The Death of a Sim - Random Encounters

This is Danny Dingle
He's a Sim I created
The founder of the Dingle family name

Danny had it all and he was well-educated
But Danny wouldn't last long in my game

I gave him plenty to eat
And kept him decently clean
I helped him hold down a job
And live his boring routine

Until the stereo broke
Which I then forced him to mend
And that's how one of my Sims
Met an electrified end

Everyone knows the life of a Sim
Is brutally short and packed to the brim
With strange little dangers so wildly weird and grim
You'll want to murder every Sim

Grody Dodie Dingle was insanely untidy
Which honestly inspired her demise
She lived in squalor and the odor was mighty
And Dodie got devoured by the flies

Her brother Dilbert was just
As inexplicably daft
A playful Sim I put in
The bubble bath while he laughed

I made him sit there all day
And Dilbert laughed till he cried
And then he choked and turned blue
From all the laughter and died

Nobody mourns the death of a Sim
They never live long, their chances are slim
A simple decision could cost them their life and limb
It ain't a crime to kill a Sim

Darling Darla Dingle ate garbage and died
It took a little fudging and yeah, I did a bit of nudging

Rugged Dudley Dingle stood freezing outside
But he didn't last long in his skimpy sarong

Doomsday is coming! The reaping begins
This is our purpose: To kill all the Sims

Poor Dorothy Dingle
Was feeling weak and famished
No fridge to feed her
And no way out to make a sandwich

The death of Dexter
Demanded something dire
I made him sunbathe
Until he lit himself on fire

Don't get me started
On Dexter's nephew's smiting
Young Dylan died when
His kite was fried by bolts of lightning

I planned a doozy
For Desi's final hour
I made a hottie
And left him naked in her shower

No one is safe! Not one single Sim
They'll die in a crash and drown while they swim
They might bite the dust while woo-hooing a guy named Jim
I'm sure we all agree that

Half of the fun is killing your Sims
In sadistic ways, on psychotic whims
So say them a prayer, cause the lights on upstairs are dim
It's time to kill another Sim