The Formulons:
Ridin’ around—sinister wantings. Space stretches on without end
Looking for entertainment—port bow! A foreign body on the way
Hyperdrive—ready to fly! Ensuring bedlam at a mighty high price tonight!
Go till sundown sowing our seed
We raid and rape our way through the galaxy
Making contact with another life form!
That’s how business goes…
We’ll hone in on a sure win and make a nice coat out of his skin
Rev the jets—make’em scream loud. Flip the switch—it’s time to go all out!
Now, get out the warp gun! Prime your fire ‘cause it’s gonna be fun!
It’s the time—down the line—get’em in your sights
Over ‘fore it’s begun—this is something you can’t outrun!
Last will and testament read loud—no longer searching for that sound
Death’s drawing near—got the all clear—fire the lasers
Watch as the continuum comes crumbling down!
The nether portal opens wide
All of your praying will not assist you on the other side
Gravitational pull from the tunnel to Dimension Y
Inescapable, one hell of a final ride!
The Captain:
“Lost in time. Lost in space. Pulled through a vacuum connecting the planes.
As I desynchronize from flowing clockwise in Dimension Y!”
The Formulons:
We’re cruising into the horizon. Gonna live it up on Titan
Party like it’s going out of style. Gonna be here for a while…
Now, bring out the champagne—raise your glass as he’s dyin’ in pain!
Narrator:
“Look ahead in the void—incoming asteroid!
Prepare to be destroyed; this is something you can’t avoid!”