These are stories of the future; adventures in which you’ll live in a million could-be years, on a thousand may-be worlds. The Strange Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine, presents… X Minus One
So I’m trying not to fret now (trying not to fret now) It’s not part of the plan (it’s not part of the plan) There’s no point in making threats now (there’s no point in making threats now) It’s supply and demand (supply and demand) Don’t bite the hand that feeds now (don’t bite the hand that feeds now) It’s just a beat upper hand (just a beat upper hand) Don’t worry your head now (don’t worry your head now) And draw the line in the sand (draw the line in the sand)
And we are, and we are Just fragments of debris from the stars And we are, and we are The same as what we were from the start And we are
I feel it at my [?] now It’s hard to comprehend No point in getting upset now All good things have to end Let’s try and be direct now (let’s try and be direct now) A socialism in trend (a socialism in trend) Suggest you keep your head down (suggest you keep your head down) And draw the line in the sand (draw the line in the sand)
And we are, and we are Just fragments of debris from the stars And we are, and we are The same as what we were from the start And we are, and we are A superorganism apart And we are, and we are A microcosm world living on
And we are, and we are Just fragments of debris from the stars And we are, and we are The same as what we were from the start And we are, and we are A superorganism apart And we are, and we are A microcosm world living on