[Mascot 3000]
So thirty souls from the beyond return to dear New Albion
As a new computer species but
The Voodoopunks, my friends, well, they never rise again
Their tale, I'm quite afraid, is done

Though I love you all, my dears, I'm afraid the time is here
To depart the city we all love
There are other places, more on this world to explore
And the time to see them now has come

Hеre's to the tales of ghosts and card gamеs
Civil wars, soldiers and soirees
Talking mice, lines of red haired gangsters, and
Dead things with which we play

So say our goodbyes to this dear city
Will we return here, who's to say?
We'll meet you next time across the ocean
The future, my friends, is on its way