Some wiser man than I once spoke
That life at heart is all a joke
But he was not embroiled in smoke
So it’s pump, me boys, before we choke.
Pump, me boys, let her fly
Down to hell and up to the sky
Bend your backs and break your bones
We’re just a million miles from home.
The image of my sweetheart’s face
It fires my heart and sets the pace
Whate’er the time, whate’er the place
I’ll find him through the depths of space.
I long to lie atop my bed
With pleasant dreams inside my head
But pumping’s all I get instead
I’ll only sleep among the dead
My blood is pooling on the floor
And every second I lose more,
But there’s so many meds in store
I’ll do the work of three or four
The engine fumes will scorch your lungs
The air is thick, your eyes are stung,
But there’s no clean air left to run
This pumping business ain’t much fun.
The outer hull is shot to hell
The thrust has just one plasma cell
My joints and muscles ache and swell
So fuck the Rose, and you as well!
A transport mission gone awry,
Attacked by Cole and left to fry,
Is no excuse, boys, let us cry:
“Today is not the day we die!”
CHORUS x2 (fast)