We can bail, fall out as non-hackers. We can look around Lydia's bar , our home away from home, And say to ourselves, Well, gonna crap out for a little while. Rodge', say the rest of us. Nobody forgets it and gets on with their lives. Nobody fights a terrible, shitty little war And then forgets it.
Nobody blows up somebody else And then forgets it.
We be here for the duration, a period of existence. We will stay for as long as Lydia keeps the doors to the bar open. I ain't goin' nowhere. Got nowhere else to go. You fuckers ain't much, but I know every one of you.