Lanefan
Victoria Rules
This rewords "High Hopes", the last song on Pink Floyd's "Division Bell" album. A few bits don't scan exactly right, but the scanning in the original song is a bit whacked too, so it still works. 
. . . . . EDITION LIST
Beyond the horizons of the game we played when we were young
Lay a world of money and malcontents
Their thoughts strayed down the page and found the bottom line
The roll call of the edition list was begun
. . Before our pastime was turned into an industry
. . We took the game and made it ours
There were a ragged few who followed in our footsteps
Who knew the better change was none at all
We've watched the new developments so hopeful but none any good
The greater game divided round us falls
. . The nights were endless
. . The tales were glory
. . With friends surrounded
. . The game was wonder
Looking round the game store at the new things trying to tempt us
Not a glimpse of the magic found in the early days
While victims of edition wars lie strewn across the battleground
Many come but rare is the one who stays
. . With a better attitude we made our choice
. . Few and far away though for so long a silent voice
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
Theirs a greed that can't be satisfied
Our tearful eyes turn back toward the table
There'll always be a game here true and tried
. . Where nights are endless
. . Where tales are glory
. . With friends surrounded
. . The game is wonder
. . The taste of magic
. . The rain is falling
. . Adventures calling
. . The sound of laughter
. . Forever and after
Lanefan
. . . . . EDITION LIST
Beyond the horizons of the game we played when we were young
Lay a world of money and malcontents
Their thoughts strayed down the page and found the bottom line
The roll call of the edition list was begun
. . Before our pastime was turned into an industry
. . We took the game and made it ours
There were a ragged few who followed in our footsteps
Who knew the better change was none at all
We've watched the new developments so hopeful but none any good
The greater game divided round us falls
. . The nights were endless
. . The tales were glory
. . With friends surrounded
. . The game was wonder
Looking round the game store at the new things trying to tempt us
Not a glimpse of the magic found in the early days
While victims of edition wars lie strewn across the battleground
Many come but rare is the one who stays
. . With a better attitude we made our choice
. . Few and far away though for so long a silent voice
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
Theirs a greed that can't be satisfied
Our tearful eyes turn back toward the table
There'll always be a game here true and tried
. . Where nights are endless
. . Where tales are glory
. . With friends surrounded
. . The game is wonder
. . The taste of magic
. . The rain is falling
. . Adventures calling
. . The sound of laughter
. . Forever and after
Lanefan
