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copyright © LOUIE FLECK 11/15/98 |
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Who could have ever guessed?
A wish on a distant star
Never knowing that our needs
would take us so very far
If the Source is watching and
guiding us today...
Then surely she has found a
place for us to stay
So roll up your sleeves,
this must be the place
This is a new beginning or
the end of the race
We must be well prepared,
find all the things we lack
Remember my friends, there's
no turning back, no turning back
O.K. now, let's get
to work before the others arrive
Let's turn this dump into
a home if we want to survive
The ozone's scarce, the air's
too thick, there's natives to be subdued
The real crime of it all is:
we can't use them for food
So roll up your sleeves
and let's change this place
Remember your families aren't
so far off in space
If the humáns become
aware, they're bound to attack
Remember my friends, there's
no turning back
(BRIDGE)
The vastness of the galaxy
makes me feel so small
This ticking time bomb we
called home has made orphans of us all,
orphans of us all... (alien chatter vocal solo
improvisation)
Yes, they're stupid and barbaric but,
don't underestimate these fools
The leaders are symbolic,
corporations make the rules
The rebels can be swiftly
sent to anonymous graves
Of course the smart ones could
be useful, they might make excellent slaves!
So roll up your sleeves,
this must be the place
Closest habitation in the
database
Working as a team, pick up
any slack
Remember my friends, there's
no turning back
So roll up your sleeves, this
must be the place
Remember your families aren't
so far off in space
We must be well prepared,
find all the things we lack
Remember my friends, no turning
back.