Dr Hellier says that my body's Afghanistan And we can't let the Taliban Take over and breed He says there's only one answer In a nuclear age, man They might spread to Pakistan So we have to proceed
He enters my bloodstream With a crew in a capsule He takes the wheel With hands that were made to heal
As he approaches the death star We lose visual contact And that's when my temple Turned into a wasteland There was shouting and shooting When the capsule was taken His last words as he went down Press the button
He slipped my fingers from death's grip Escaped my body on a passenger ship Watched T-cells playing in the bow-waves He lives for the ones that died Don't know how he survives Just know he owes it to them to be happyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
