Woes of an Eager Redshirt

Capo 3 Am There's always been a big cloud around me Am Ever since calculus in grade three C or before Am They took me to the Betazoid medic Am Boy what you've got is genetic C G Em Here's a pill, chill, an AI to watch you not kill yourself C Am “How dare you want off this ride?” Am There were rumors about Kirk's redshirts Am Landing and dying in big spurts C All the time Am Worked really hard for a transfer Am Ambitions nobody censored C G Em Learned to guard, hard, the AI was proud of my battle scars C Am "I told you you would be fine" Am Kirk Spock Mccoy and 4 Redshirts Am Me, Smith, MBey, and Haverts C There's a bomb Am Scotty beams out his buddies Am No time for us understudies C G Em It goes boom, doom, I'm the only one alive in the room now C Am Me and my trusty AI Am This is my fortieth mission Am Obviously still in position C A-live Am We've rescued damsels and aliens Am Prolly saved Homo Sapiens C G Em I've survived, thrived, me and my AI on the Enterprise C Am Srsly why am I alive? Am On Sunday Kirk is retiring Am I find my awards uninspiring C There's a bunch Am I hope the AI lets me age out Am Given my health I have big doubts C G Em ‘Cause it's job, sob, mission quest program objective C G Am Is to not let me off of this ride C G Em ‘Cause it's job, sob, mission quest program objective C G A Is to not let me off of this ride!!