Dr Hellier - James

Dr Hellier says

That my body’s Afghanistan

And we can’t let the Taliban

Take over and breed

He says there’s only one answer

In a nuclear age, man

They might spread to Pakistan

So we have to proceed

He enters my bloodstream

With a crew in a capsule

He takes the wheel

With hands that were made to heal

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As he approaches the death star

We lose visual contact

And that’s when my temple

Turned into a wasteland

They were shouting and shooting

When the capsule was taken

His last words as he went down

«Press the button»

He slipped my fingers from death’s grip

Escaped my body on a passenger ship

Watched T-cells playing in bow-waves

He lives for the ones that died

Don’t know how he came to survive

Just know he owes it to them to be happy

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