So foolish, they never learn
You gotta see through the yearn
One pilot, similar to the rest
You'd think he'd learn, shot straight through the chest
Nevertheless, I look good in that dress
And suppressed his power to second guess
I was even on the flight deck
I brought the drink, he still didn't suspect
Two mercs don't cost too much
To work a ship outta that fool's clutch
Send him to the infirmary, then I'll make
Genius work for me (complete take)
Go get the ship. Those mercs better fly
If not, they don't get paid and both die
So sad they have to play the role in the drama
Those two should have invested in better armor
It's talent you need. I don't come cheap
They get it in docking bays or even in hyper-sleep
The credits better be ready when it's complete
Deliver the currency. Results are your receipt
Generally speaking, I hate military
But he loves cash and his allegiances vary
As long as I get paid it's their concern
Enough battles, you'd think he would have learned
Nevertheless, put on the next dress
They continue writing checks with eyes on the breasts
Simple minded... easily blinded
Priorities always out of alignment
I get the package. It seems like a waste
To deliver the goods without having a taste
Either way I'll be able to cash out
Bounty hunters, easy to catch on the last route
They head to stations with capture verification
Collect their compensation then rest and relaxation
Not only is the contract paid
I'll empty his cargo hold, perfectly played
It's talent you need. I don't come cheap
They get it in docking bays or even in hyper-sleep
The credits better be ready when it's complete
Deliver the currency. Results are your receipt
It's talent you need. I don't come cheap
They get it in docking bays or even in hyper-sleep
The credits better be ready when it's complete
Deliver the currency. Results are your receipt