Vigilantes of the Cosmic

Cosmic Bounty Hunt: Space Cowboys Taming Mutant Zombies
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Lyrics

It’s another day in the saloon

Starting another typical day in a space setting, possibly a bar or saloon.

pickin’ up a bounty it’s nothin’ new

Pursuing a bounty, a common activity for the characters.

Looking for a high price

Searching for high-value targets.

“Mutant Zombies blowing up moons”

Referencing a threat – "Mutant Zombies blowing up moons."

50 thousand

Stating the reward – 50 thousand.

WE WANT THEM DEAD

Expressing the desire for the targets' death.

We have a high price UP ON THEIR HEADS

Announcing a high bounty on the targets.

We’re all gearin’ up

Preparing for the mission.

Now on our comets it’s time to get a buck

Gearing up on comets, ready to earn money.


Now we’re surveying the wild wild space

Exploring the vast, untamed space.

Looking for the zombies cause they can not stay

Searching for the zombies who pose a threat.

Looking around there’s no place they could be

Not finding any trace of the zombies.

Where could they be? There’s no place I could see

Expressing confusion about the zombies' whereabouts.

We think we’ve found the place

Believing they found the location.

It looks pretty weird so we look around

Surveying the strange surroundings.

We think this is the spot

Confirming the chosen spot.

We go in and we don’t hear a sound

Entering quietly, not hearing any noise.


This is how it is in the wild wild space

Describing the challenges of the wild space.

Pickin’ up bounties

Emphasizing the necessity of picking up bounties for income.

It’s the only way to get money

Highlighting the financial motivation behind capturing criminals.

Capturing bad guys to save others lives

Stressing the risk and sacrifice to save others.

Risking ourselves to save others

Conveying the idea of consistent effort for survival.

It's the only way to keep milking our udders

Metaphorically connecting earning money to milking udders.

Trying to get paid so we can buy hay

Expressing the need to get paid for sustenance.

This is the way of the space cowboys

Defining the lifestyle and ethos of space cowboys.


Then we investigate further

Continuing the investigation into the zombie threat.

We find them they try to attack us

Encountering and defending against the zombie attack.

This fight’s better outside

Deciding to take the fight outside for a better chance.

We go out and it’s time to make things right

Preparing to confront and defeat the zombies.

Their fighting style is weak

Commenting on the zombies' weak fighting style.

Just biting and scratching hoping we’ll make a screech

Describing the zombies' primitive attack methods.

The fights getting tight they’re finding the way to get us just right

Acknowledging the escalating intensity of the fight.


At least they can’t get our heads

Highlighting the protective nature of their gear, especially helmets.

With our ten gallon helmets

Reiterating the importance of thoughtful preparation.

We know we thought ahead

Emphasizing the foresight in equipping ten-gallon helmets.

Then we lasso ‘em up

Using a lasso to capture the zombies.

Throw them in the sun we got our mark

Disclosing the method of disposing of the captured zombies.

We did the hard work

Claiming the accomplishment of completing the challenging task.

This is the way of the space cowboys

Reiterating the space cowboy way of life.

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