[Verse] In the land of TribeNet, where wagons roamed free There was a Gamemaster, they called him Peter, you see He ruled with an iron fist, wouldn't let the clans pass Through swamps and forests, stifling their hopes like glass [Chorus] Oh, Peter the Gamemaster, why won't you let us go? Our wagons are stuck, our hearts filled with woe The clans are sad, their dreams crushed by your command Oh, Peter the Gamemaster, will you ever understand? (ooh-yeah)