Story Behind The Song
A song dedicated to those who die in TV and Film without a name. The statistics. The Red Shirts. Here's to you, brothers and sisters.
Song Description
A song dedicated to those who die in TV and Film without a name. The statistics. The Red Shirts. Here's to you, brothers and sisters.
| Song Length |
2:37 |
Genre |
Rock - Punk |
Lyrics
everything is going dark, the traveler has hit the mark
there was nothing left to see, i was not the enemy
the innocent we never last, barely even make the cast
in anything
welcome to the enterprise i'm just hanging with the guys
klingons busting through the door, red shirts dropping to the floor
kirk and spock not to be found, listen to my final sound
remember me
one by one we keep on calling and one by one we keep on falling
on our own, hero's off to save the day (always seems a day too late)
on our own, off to claim my predetermined fate
here in london on the town, take a look upward and frown
daleks swarming in the sky, didn't know that they could fly
and just as one strikes me down, the blue box finally comes around
to save the day
this world has forever changed, the walking dead can not be tamed
as they rip me inside out someone finally hears me shout
when i rise back from the dead, carl shoots me in the head
fuck you, carl.
one by one we keep on calling and one by one we keep on falling
on our own, hero's off to save the day (always seems a day too late)
on our own, off to claim my predetermined fate
on our own, all of us are doomed to death (listen to my final breath)
on our own, time to take that long and final rest
our sacrifice keeps the story flowing
but the dead count is slowly growing
will any of us ever survive, to lead the chants of...
on our own, hero comes to save the day (always seems a day too late)
on our own, off to claim my predetermined fate
on our own, all of us are doomed to death (listen to my final breath)
on our own, time to take that long and final rest