Uploaded August 2024 | Updated September 2026, 47 minutes ago

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Parody Violation track 4. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (Cynthia McQuillin):

A hundred parsecs out, on a ship called Borman's Fate,
The engineer McClellan sent the word up to the mate:
"Our engine's growing cold," he said, "and soon our ship must die,
"If we can't find a planet with fuel to feed the drive."

Now our ship's a noble lady, and our captain he is true,
But our engineer is no one's god, no angels in our crew
If we can't find an answer soon, nobody will survive
Why can't we find some blasted rock with fuel to feed the drive?

What prayer can stir the gods of space who dwell beyond the stars?
What mortal words can help or heal an engine without power?
And will we drift forever? Lost between the stars, we strive
To find a single planet with fuel to feed the drive.

The screen grows bright, a world we've found, of rock and ice and steel
If only we can make it there, pray the coils hold the field
Hope flares anew: our fields will hold, our engine will survive,
It's a hell of a world but there's hydrogen to feed our dying drive.

So once again we fly through space, this void beyond the stars.
Who knows what ruin may take us, what evil fate is ours?
As long as our ship is able, we will ply the stars and thrive,
As long as we are granted fuel to feed the drive,
As long as we are granted fuel to feed the drive.