Swords For Slaying, Axe For Whacks Quentin Lovejoy

[Verse 1]
The mobs are out, oh, oh, oh
Because the night is here
And I’d bet your base is nothing but dirt
I'm sure you don’t want to become a ghost
Dying, respawning, and coming back
Oh, the spiders are close, and their eyes are on you
Get ready to fight and defend
Oh, the spiders are close, and their eyes are on you
Get ready to fight and defend

[Pre-Chorus]
The monsters here
Are so deadly, you’d be better off just placing down your furnace and chest
Inside your base, with a bed, a table
And a staircase to go down

[Chorus]
Extreme hills
Are often the place to rack up the kills
You know you should
Make your way down to the mine

[Verse 2]
That's when you g-g-g-g-go underground
To wind up inside the mine
And with the steak that you’ve gotten
Every piece you eat is a heart of new health
That's when you g-g-g-g-go underground
To wind up inside the mine
And with the steak that you’ve gotten
Every piece you eat is a heart of new health