Choir Retreat

I have been singing since 9am.

Guh.

In Honor of Passion Play: Just Another Night

A parody of "Just Another Night" by Real McCoy.

By me.

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Another night, another meal, “Is this real food?”
We’d just toss it out the airlock, but that’d be rude.
Another night, another stop, just to refuel;
When we make space station, it’ll all be cool.

Just another night, on the Promethius’ Pride
Laughing free, runnin’ odds
…Picking up lost escape pods
Just another night, the engine’s runnin’ just swell
’though it’s a Plant of origin from
Somewhere near Hell, God damnit.

We don’t know, don’t know that yet
Though when the power started goin’, it was a good bet.

We don’t know, don’t know that yet
But when the Doctor died, our fate was set.

In the night, in the dark
Dead things start to crawl
We bust down the doors, but it’s in the walls
Flaring guns, nervous screams, and the Doctor’s vault
Full of human parts for God knows what.

Another night, another scene, and the GIs die
The Engineer shuts off the engine, but it comes back alive
Another night, another rush, right down (and up) the stairs
The Noble stays to fight, but no-one cares.

Just another night, a broken vial
A flash of bright light—a hole
“Oh God! Did that thing breach the hull?”
A sort of meaning, a gleaning
A scientist now is keening—our experimental ship
Is just a Symbiot’s new cover!

The Doc checks us all—if a fever we got
It’s strictly all business, but you’re better off shot.

The Doc checks us all—but won’t space Nikolai
Which starts off the chain quick, soon the Captain’ll die.

In the night, in the dark
Our pilot goes mad
’Cause the Symbiot’s connected to the steering pad
Life support is all down, and we step with care
Just in case it’s decided we’re a waste of air.

Another night, another shot, we’re prolly gonna die
The scientists go crazy, so we club them and lie
Another night, another shock, the ship is being hailed
But Karma gives them the wrong message—so we kinda failed.

We’re real close to making dock
But unfortunately for us our controls are locked.

We’re too close to making dock
If we don’t move now, we’re pretty cocked.

In the night, on this ship
Cookie ties his boots
And runs into the hold to grab space suits
What a joy that’d be, but there’s only three
So they run and leave Chrissie the fun.

Another night, another crash, and something new
When the Wyrd explodes, and Destiny’s hewn
Another night, a final charge, but we’re out of luck
’Cause the universe got well and truly fucked.

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GG, guys. Symbiot power.

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