Tales to be Told [Introduction]

Like whiskey laced with gasoline, we’ll get you stinking drunk
So shut your face and settle down, you sneering little punks
For space is vast and you are small, it’s black and bitter cold
The book is lying open. There are tales to be told.

The fires is burning lower and the stars are shining bright
We’ve stories grim as pistol lead to tell to you tonight
So grab yourself a mug of beer, gin or vodka, hold it near
The book is lying open. There are tales to be told.

So mind your manners, sonny Jim, we’ve seen beyond the stars
And if you care to prove it we can show you all the scars
We know the void is screaming mad, no happy endings out there, lad
The book is lying open. There are tales to be told.