Song Review to the tune of Good King Wenceslas
John McClane often looked back
On the night at Nakatomi
When the bodies all lay slack
Burnt or shot or beaten
Brightly shone the tower that night
With explosions in great number
At the end, Hans Gruber took flight
To eternal slu-um-ber
"Is the same shit happening twice?”
McLane angrily did wonder
An airport covered in snow and ice...
...Armed terrorists, cops that blunder
A drug lord flying in that night…