AUTHOR'S NOTES: Here you go. Play nicely, kiddies.
The New Battle Station
Premise: In memory of the noble scumbags that perished when the invincible Death Star went BOOM.
To: P.O.D.'s "The Youth of the Nation"
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause that was the day that it all went awry
Alderaan was blown up, not a single one was spared
The core went boom, they all were doomed
They didn't have a prayer
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
I thought the Rebels were fools
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest?
Nobody could have guessed
We'd lose to Rebel pests
Rebel ships, and they kept on coming
Turrets were all gunning
But they didn't hit nothing
We heard gun blasts, it happened so fast
Who the heck was this kid?
His marksmanship was unsurpassed
This kid was almost in Lord Vader's gloves
And it seemed for a moment
He forgot where he was
His targeting computer was left unplugged
Whoever he was
He blew us up because
We are, we are, the crew of the new battle station
We are, we are, the crew of the new battle station
Grand Moff Tarkin, he was doing well
He controlled many worlds
And saw his chance to excel
Ruling through fear and hunting down Rebels
He was confident and proud
Saw glory for himself
He wanted to govern all of outer space
And spread his doctrine
All over the place
They recommended that they evacuate
He gave them the cold shoulder
By then it was too late
It looks like we were played for fools
We didn't know the rules
We were blown to molecules
Vader flew with a squadron of TIEs
No matter how hard they tried
Not enough Rebels died
Is this really the way that our story ends?
I'm sorry, my friends
I don't comprehend
We weren't expecting this from the attack
As I died I let loose
With a mouthful of flak
We are, we are, the crew of the new battle station
We are, we are, the crew of the new battle station
Are we to blame for the lives that the Empire claims?
No matter what you say
We won't be that careless again
They dodged the surface fire, and shot down our TIEs
Don't nobody know why
How could we have been so blind?
I guess that's the way the story goes
Were we all that dense?
I really don't know
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more than my final
Analysis
We are, we are, the crew of the new battle station
We are, we are, the crew of the new battle station