Hey, picks and lasers; bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and life upon the line Picks and lasers, bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and digging in the mines, in the martian mines.
First time that I heard the sound I thought it was the humming Of Weather-Drones orbiting above the frozen sea. The next time that I heard the sound I also heard the voices In a hundred different languages calling out to me: 'Come put away your laser-pick and soar the galaxy.'
And working on my K-jet in the heat of martian summer I felt a strange vibration coming from the distant stars Old Charlie only laughed at me, he said it was 'space fever' He thought that I had lost my mind when I told him that I saw The War-Ships of a thousand worlds slicing through the stars.
Then from the sky came Saturn Sal with contrail streams behind her And the word she said was 'war' again, so what was I to do ? Oh, the 'droids' all started chirpin' and Old Charlie's mouth fell open As I tossed my picks and lasers in the little Turbo-Two. I could hear them cryin', 'no, don't go!' as the red dust blocked the view.
Hey, picks and lasers; bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and life upon the line Picks and lasers, bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and digging in the mines.
The 'Cruiter' said I'd broke down and surely I must know it For I'd been diggin' martian ore for thirty years or more And I must have made a fortune and I'd probably live to spend it If only I would change my mind but I insisted, 'no!' So I filled out all the proper forms that was eighteen years ago.
I joined the Federation and they placed me and my unit To the rainbow rings of Saturn two thousand years away And the squadron doing night watch are all Kriptees from Artura And the day watch is all human clones from the U. S. A. Poor souls, they vaporized them all the other day.
Hey, picks and lasers; bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and life upon the line Picks and lasers, bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and digging in the mines.
Hey!
But no one tells me nothin' and I never ask no questions My vision's 20-20 and my health is A-OK I'm a Z rank photon sniper and they work me like a slave 'droid' And laugh to see me vaporize a ship a week away Oh, I hold the highest kill rate in this galaxy, they say, hey!
And at night, they beg me please to tell them of my memories Of diggin' in the red dirt beside the frozen sea Where the daylight lasts forever and a man can make a fortune And they sit like little children, just as quiet as can be Things of every size and color how they hearken unto me.
And I tell them of the ore mines scarring up the desert Of tunnels going farther than the human mind can go I tell them of explosions vibrating on forever And us down with our laser picks a hundred miles below While above us on the surface atomic stockpiles glow.
And I tell of crystal caverns with walls of coal and copper Of tunnels packed with veins of ore, but never hint of life And craters packed with sensor beams and mine shafts filled with darkness I tell them of my eco-dome at the Recon-Testing-Site And I find myself thinking : 'Hey, that sure was the life'
Hey, picks and lasers; bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and life upon the line Picks and lasers, bits and phasers in another time Here's a story of blood and glory and digging in the mines.
So I talk of copper mining while the death-rays are exploding And the soldroids at the firing place are homing on the foe And I yarn of ore refining while the Star Fleets are destroying And they listen to my stories, seven hu-droids in a row Seven sleek and shiny hu-droids with their circuits all aglow.
And I tell them when it's over how I'll return to my planet Those seven shiny hu-droids are crazy to go, too And I'll get myself the laser drill that I had always wanted And ask the price of crude ore and the depth of martian blue And I'll get my gear in order and I'll start to work anew, hey.
For I've had my fill of fighting, I've seen a world divided Space all filled with slaughter and the heavens red with gore An a galaxy a-smolder and as if it really mattered For the red dirt is calling me to my dome upon the shore And the 'droids' are chirpin' madly, Old Charlie's singing gladly And I'll rest upon my planet and I'll leave it never more, and leave it never moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
