Super Pals

Flight Fight World

There was this one world
We had a club, youngsters

The kind of group
Where 23 is it

Except for that one old guy
32 and hanging on, grizzled

Angry and dangerous
But wise, in that Cowboy

Bebop way
Tip of the hat

To study practical
Applications

Of possibility
And a willing will

At first, we just wanted to play
Then we flew

They saw us flying
From their machines

Fear got a hold of them
We had to fly faster

A friend lost a lover
And he took that fucker down

Now they chase us
Shields to repel

The chonky thunks
Of the matter spitters

Hard to breathe
Now we have a kind of cone

That lets slow air through
Faster

Atmospheric friction
Heat dissipation shielding

We never had a day of peace
After the first day

The military cared
About what we were doing

Never the glory of flying
Never in that world

Finally shot down
Standard exit

Stage left