You’re fitted out, having fun, exploring a new biome Plenty of weapons, lots of food, because you’re far from your home Mining rocks, clearing chambers, wondering what you’ll find Then suddenly a troll appears and kills you from behind

Time for a C-O-R-P-S-E-R-U-N Corpse Run Naked running through the forest Weapon, wish you had one But boy oh boy they’re unavoidable Better just go have fun On your C-O-R-P-S-E-R-U-N Corpse Run

They put your gravestone on the map to remind you that you’re mortal If only you had had more time to quick whip up a portal But you take the long way up the mountain, now you’re really cookin Then a 1-star grey wolf takes you down when you weren’t even lookin

Time for a C-O-R-P-S-E-R-U-N Corpse Run You’re starting to have doubts that this game Could ever be won Every time you hear a noise you’re filled with pure Exhiliration On your C-O-R-P-S-E-R-U-N Corpse Run

The Viking life ain’t easy When you mine the very ore But it’s always really easy To wonder what you’re doing it for

Ahhhh! Poison blob!! splurt god dang it

Time for a C-O-R-P-S-E-R-U-N Corpse Run You’d gladly trade your iron spear for an anachronistic stun gun If you die on this mountain one more frickin time, maybe it’s time to be done After your C-O-R-P-S-E-R-U-N Corpse Run