Clawjob - Goodnight, Aitken Basin lyrics

Oh the grub's not so good and the gravity's low If you don't wear your helmet, your head will explode But we'll fight for what's right, and the rights of all those down below Oh the beaks have no mercy and neither do we We'll k** 'em and take back our He-3 We'll rip out their feathers and tie up their feet We'll fight in the craters and basins and streets Jones was a good man, a father of five The beaks cut his tendons and ate him alive Smith was a fighter, he never asked why The beaks cut his tendons and ate him alive But oh, how I miss my little wife And oh, how I miss my simple life Free of the drums and the electro-fife On the planet down below Here in space they've turned us into k**ing machines Visions of dead beaks haunting our dreams Our friends and our families would never understand On sleepy planet Earth there's no place for a space-fighting man