Hey, everybody! Everyone, listen up! One more shot. Last round’s on me. Yeah, that’s right, buddy, I know they’re free; still, I said this one’s on me. So let’s pretend the end will never ever get here, though we know, deep down, it’s ominously near. Or maybe it’s time we called it a day. Maybe these dreams weren’t meant to come true. Maybe we’ve wasted this night, and maybe that’s all right. Maybe we’ve done what we came here to do. Don’t know about you people - hell, I don’t even know you - But let’s knock back one last shot together, one last jab for the road. So here’s to the stars, and here's to your health, and here's to the upward redistribution of wealth. Here’s to a good long slumber, here’s to death and rebirth, Far from the rumbling, grumbling, crumbling earth. Oh, my Mother Earth, lost love's got nothing on her. May she see the back of us before we see the end of her. And if she’d rather, then we’d probably better not darken her door again, nor wash up on her shores again. I’m not sorry if I tremble as I buckle in. Ignore me if I shed a tear as the countdown begins. Don’t mind me if I turn from the viewport. Never mind me as I count a few sheep with my sins... No, I won’t say goodnight. No, I won’t say goodbye. As launch sequence commences, I beg only Her pardon, forgiveness, absolution. Oh, my Mother Earth, lost love's got nothing on her. May she see the back of us before we see the end of her. And if she’d rather, then we’d probably better not darken her door again, nor wash up on her shores again. Bring on the oblivion of a thousand light years. Let there be no tears in stasis, No dreams in the chamber, No regrets, my friends, as we all disappear.

MARCHING BAND OF MISERY I am walking alone on a road of dust and sharp stones. I am aching to my bones. I am aching to find my way home. Ready since the days and nights we were born, we’ve stood strong, fought hard, and fallen over. From the highest mountaintop to the lowest valley low, from the blue behind the clouds to the stones beneath the clover, we’ve sung the songs of love they taught us to sing. We’ve held the hands held out to us in love, pride, and need. And while we were all basking in the glow from our hearts of gold, we broke the earth and shook it with our greed. Every girl, every boy, every dog, and every mule, we march our ragged line down the twisted lanes of history Every woman, every man, every last heartbroken fool, come join the cavalcade, our caravan, this marching band of misery. When it feels like every day keeps getting tougher than the last, when it sounds like every voice keeps growing louder and rougher, when they’ve sold you up a toxic river on a leaky plastic raft, when you know down in your bones that to live is to suffer. When you’ve begun to wonder if you’ll find your promised land, when you’ve long ago resolved you’ll never solve that mystery, when you’ve stood so long you don’t recall why you ever made a stand, come on along, fall in with our merry marching band of misery. Every girl, every boy, every ghost, and every ghoul— we march our ragged line through the haunted halls of history. Every woman, every man, every last heartbroken fool (c’est moi!), come join the cavalcade, our caravan, this marching band of misery. So much misery!