Cadet #2187

Is this my lot in life?
To get placed behind
Stuck in the undertow of insincere minds
It gives me such a fright
Loose fickle ways
I think I just might leave the human race

I’ll live in outer space
Wear a brand new face
Find a cosmic place
I’d best be gone with haste

Everyone I know puts honour groundward bound
With just a fleeting sign that fame is coming around
They all treat it so light but it’s in such bad taste
I think I just might leave the human race

Move to outer space
Grow an exotic face
Sеt up as cosmic place
I’d best be gonе with haste