Location:
A street in the town of Delos

Ensemble:
Male lead singer/Head of recruitment
(Background singers/assorted members of the CIP)

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Come join the CIP!
We're at Delos West.
Our SLOGAN is:
Pranks Pranks Pranks!

All you who hear this call (in your hearts)
Yes, you!
It's time to come home to Delos
To your birthright. (truly it's yours..)

Here's our Directive. "Hear hear!"
Our mission is: To earn everyone else's ire!

If Centre Crossing doesn't roll its eyeballs at us,
We're not doing enough.
If the Occultists....
[whispers] You know them? The deluded elitists?
...doesn't ridicule us,
We should close shop and become respectful Cyrenians!

So, think you are one of us?
Think again!
It ain't easy being CIP (And here's why)

Each time you pulled off a job
Angry people will be hot after your ass
And then you must find a way,
To shove social pressure back up their ass
Are you a conformist?
No you can't be a conformist. (don't listen to him!)
Hrmph! But at least let no forum tell you what you can or cannot do!
[aside] Have some self confidence man!
So you are a joke?
Aww that's alright. (pat pat)
Someone called you a joke?
You must be doing a good job!
You're merely telling a joke?
Why you should join Ty Beirdd!

In the CIP, -we- define us, we let no one else!
In the CIP, we are truly something else! ( not just another troupe )
In the CIP, we hold contests for the biggest pranks pulled on the
meanest town!
In the CIP, we laugh at the well-bred who ain't allowed to speak their
minds! (poor dears)

<the tempo slows, the singer's voice soften with a hint of melancholy>

In the CIP, we are the last bastion of the truly free.

So come home to Delos
To your birthright ( if you could only see... )
It takes courage
To stand alone
Against cleverly woven words
Against the bondage of gold
Against the promise of power
over your fellow men

So come home to Delos
To your birthright ( open your eyes and see... )
It takes courage
But have some faith
We'll take you as you are
We're with you as you grow
we'll all laugh together
at the follies of our fellow men

Hurry, lest Delos too be quenched.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 583 AF.