Battlestar Galactica, Galactica
America, you've been warned
Battlestar Galactica, Galactica
Break up, the swarm
Where have I been?
When things went down, things went down
Well I've come back
To turn them around
The days begun with the sun, with the sun
In the wind, I hear you
Continental drift, skies the limit
Its digital and resourceful in its strait jacket (With my monkey on my back)
I'll be back tomorrow