There’s a dead guy in a red shirt A red shirt and a world of hurt Be it death from above or the hem of a skirt He’ll end up six feet under the dirt
I’ve been a star fleet brat since the day I was born But I never should have put on this uniform I could have been a doctor or helmsmen see But I ended up here in security, oh
I always knew I would die alone I beam down with da captain but I never make it home I always knew that I would die alone So please beam me up Scotty And take my body home
There’s a dead guy in a red shirt A red shirt and a world of hurt Be it death from above or the hem of a skirt He’ll end up six feet under the dirt
I lost half my buddies in a Romulan raid We were taking the trenches while the Captain got laid Now the casualty rates keep getting bigger And I’ll never get my own action figure
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To boldly go where no man's gone before I think I’ve been there but I’m not really sure You know they say that space is the final frontier Well, any place you know is better than here