People often talk about how technical we are but I can assure you that we haven't got so far So let's change it, let's rearrange it put the plug in
A planet full of beings, no one looks the same Strange ways of acting and no one thinks the same Inimical, irascible, emotional, illogical Some
I am one of the latest models got a number but no name In the room there are many others we're machinery without memories But suddenly a disturbance
She was a beauty queen with the future in her hand, full of dreams and a ticket to wonderland Young and innocent, ready for action, trying everything
She's been working for a long, long time she wants to get away but she doesn't earn enough nobody's tipping her that much When she works she fakes
On a mission to a station we ended up in the bar There were Klingons and Cyrano, a trader who had travelled far Uhura couldn't resist the fluffy
Born and raised on desert planet in a galaxy far away Trained by a knight who was supposed to teach him The Way A natural mechanic, a skillful pilot
I'm not a human, if that's what you think Even though my eyes are blue and my skin is so pink You see I am an android It isn't blood that floats in
a fascist Never joke around, if I say 'nice chick' I'm a sexist We sing about respect and unity in our scene But what I see is p.c. purism, you know
on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s Flippin this track with O.C
He volunteered half a year ago and left the mother-ship straight away The covert action was a big success We got reports punctually every day But
We were sent on a mission to infiltrate Omicron III We solved the problem of recognition by plastic surgery So you might understand the big surprise
Sitting in her dressing room with tears in her eyes Realizing that the pretty words were nothing but devious lies It's impossible to stay packs her
Skeppsoverlakare se'n '66 Mangfacetterad, kan alla tricks Varit overallt i universum Andrat historien, rest i tid och rum En evig fejd med en gronblodig
Standing by the window watching a green star Thinking about the immediate future smoking a final cigar The autopilot is running the ship I turn
Big, yellow letters on the screen A cold voice of the machine We're drifting further away Nobody knows what to say And when we ask for a little help
After a mission we'd been flying around We saw this planet and we went down to the ground Where and when could we be? - Nobody was sure, but I had
Our world is a terrible place There must be something better in space Or is just the time in which we live that has nothing good to give Let's grab