Copyright ©1999
Lyrics by Steve Simmons and Steve Macdonald
Music by Steve Macdonald
When you're born on Coby A miner you will be You'll live thirty years (if you're lucky) -- But not for Tom and me. So we sold off at nineteen years From Coby we did flee It might be a shorter life But we'd damned well die free From the sulfur pits of Venus To the shores of Maran seas We hacked and clawed our way to war Contracted troops were we We'd sold our contracts to see sun And breathe clean air you see We could not control our destiny So much for dyin' free Chorus: Live fast, die young, leave a handsome corpse. Those were the words that we said. Somehow, somewhere, after every fight Someone else would lie dead Then we met Dorsai We were landed then on Kultis Slave officers and conscript men Tom was due for captain's bars I'd be his right hand again But they stopped us short, Gave us corporals stripes And anger flashed in my eye 'Til the contract master told us `Your officers are Dorsai.' The plan laid out before us `Suicide' we all cried Outnumbered fifty to one Our deaths could not be denied Our job was just to slow them up And weaken the coming tide Our orders were to stand our ground Fodder for the Dorsai Chorus: Live fast, die young, leave a handsome corpse. Those were the words that we said. Outmanned, outgunned, or so we thought We knew that we would be dead Hell and damn the Dorsai Then Tom, a dark gleam in his eye Dragged me to the Captains side Tom spoke of a miner's strengths What the men could do if I'd guide Then we sent two hundred out To fight at the main force's side After our Captain explained the plan To the suddenly smiling Dorsai. | We climbed to the leafy canopy Our enemy passed below -- We came down the trees in silence To dig; and soon there did grow A redoubt fit for ten thousand Manned by fifty men Then we rested through the night While the tide was turned again Instrumental At dawn their troops cleared the trees Ragged, tired, and spent Fearful looks o'er their shoulders Stopped short by our manmade fence They piled up like broken waves Thrown to the shore by the tide Confused, lost, and beaten Victims of the Dorsai Our Captain cried `surrender' To the churning mass of foe `You're between the hammer and anvil, With nowhere else to go.' They lay down their guns And were rounded up By the early evening damp I'll never forget their shock when they saw Our mostly empty camp. Chorus: Live fast, die young, leave a handsome corpse. Those were the words that we said. Outmanned, outgunned, so we fought by stealth We had won by days end Victory like the Dorsai Our men they shipped back out But Tom and I kept aground `What are the Dorsai after? What's next, where are we bound?' Then Tom was called, and so he went To try and set them to rights He returned with contracts in hand Paid free and stamped Dorsai. Chorus: Live fast, die young, leave a handsome corpse. Those were the words of our lives And now we give a fighting chance To our troops to help them survive Shai Dorsai |