Flyin' out the airlock
With the vacuum in my hair
Clock says it's time to die but don't cry
It'll freeze up in your eye
Before it can boil away
Down at three degrees K
While the ears can still hear screamin'
Icy brains will keep on dreamin'
Driftin' far from the star
Where my people are
Just a missile with no payload
Through the cometary halo
I'll be like that golden record
Or the thing that merged with Decker
Ever goin' never slowin'
Like helium II flowin'
When the main line's growin' old
I'm still thinkin' damn it's cold