Utopian future
There's no war and no
Lust for lucre
They put me in
This gold shirt
And then we went
To Red Alert
I pushed some buttons
I made the ship go
Without training
I was flying solo
And yet we made it
To planet Fizzbin
And we delivered
Vital medicine
It felt good
To do nice things
With a collection
Of xeno-beings
But why me?
It doesn't seem right
To leave my past behind
With space flight
My world's still broken
It needs repair
We gotta earn this future
Playing fair and square
So hurl me back
Into your past
Slingshot 'round a sun
Another chance at last
For a salvation run
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