Woke up this morning with a bad taste in my mouth
Shook the red dust out of my clothes and made my way to the lunar train
Got another contract from Marscorp
Sometimes I hate being the best

- This line of work is wearing thin on me.

Driving a species to extinction is a lucrative business
Killing creatures for credits weighs heavily on my mind these days
How did I end up a harbinger of death?
How did I set myself apart from the rest?

- This line of work is wearing thin I'd rather find employment picking luscious crater fruit.

I'm doing a job on Phobos, I'm making them pay on Deimos
I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city

Looking down into this broken mandible face
(man I wish I could spend more time with my kids)
Something's been stirring in the depths of my heart
I'm not sure this is ok: these Phobian dust beetles are suffering at my hand.

- This line of work is wearing thin on me

As I discharge my plasma rifle into the face of the queen
I could swear its twelve cold eyes shone a flash of fearful acknowledgement
And while ten thousand orphaned arthropods scuttle from the carcass toward the darkness, I shed no tears and I drench them in flame

- This line of work is wearing thin I'd rather find employment fixing broken hover cabs

I'm doing a job on Phobos, I'm making them pay on Deimos
I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city.
I'm spending some time on Olympus, I'm paying for crimes in Marinaris
I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city.

Every time I close my eyes I see the faces of all the species I've committed to extinction: the splinter gulls of Sphixoid 9, the seven headed reptars of Proteus, the Tethys boremolebears, the cyclotronic sand grubs of Hyperion, the majestic worms of Ganymede…

And when I open my eyes I see the blank walls of my empty lifepod
And when I open my eyes I see the faces of the kids I'll never know

Oh fuck, there's Jovacorp on subspace, better take the job
Photon rent aint gonna pay itself
Besides, I've never picked a crater fruit, and I don't know the first thing about hover drives
Better stick to what I know: spreading death at prices low

This line of work is wearing thin I'd rather find employment picking luscious crater fruit or fixing broken hover cabs or maybe I should sit down in an air lock, fucking blow the hatch.

I'm doing a job on Phobos, I'm making them pay on Deimos
I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city.
I'm spending some time on Olympus, I'm paying for crimes in Marinaris
I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city.

I'm late for the train to Callisto