Lyrics:

I'll meet you in the yellow my friend,
Probably not in the gray
Despite hundreds of years of arguing.
Just as well, no one was listening anyhow.
Hopefully the next generation
Will be too fine for the enemy to pick apart
You are the glue, between the two.
You are the glue, between the two.
Octoquadroids won't fly in the next millennia.
So here we are pitted head to head
In the arena that has historically separated us most
And yet now it draws us together.
And you and I know,
Regardless of what the skeptics say,
That it is not submission or politeness that draws us in.
You are the glue, between the two.
You are the glue, between the two.