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Welcome to the Rundown Galactica. Such a dirty place, somewhere out in space.

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on a dark day in history, full of death and despair
burnt smell of the warheads, rising up through the air
down below on the planet, there was no-one alive
we were in danger of a fatal hit, We had to jump to survive

we found a fleet of humans, and saw that they were well
we settled on new Caprica, but then the cylons frakked it all to hell
we escaped in a raptor, Pegasus died that day
as we stepped out on to the flight deck
I heard our new crew say...

Welcome to the rundown ga-lac-tic-a
Such a dirty place, somewhere out in space
there isn't much room on the rundown ga-lac-tic-a
but the space is large, compared to the poo barge

her network is non-existant, and all the deckplating bends
she's got a cylon member on the crew, that they call 'friend'
why they all get along well, nobody knows
they even got a cabin for Baltar, and all his Baltar-hoes

So I called up the colonel, "let's kill some Cylon"
He said, 'the Admiral hasn't called for that since Roslin and him got it on'
And still those frakkers are chasing us far away,
Action stations in the middle of the night
They just won't go away...

Welcome to the rundown ga-lac-tic-a
Such a dirty place, somewhere out in space
They're frakking it up on the rundown ga-lac-tic-a
And its plain to see, we need a mutiny

thought he was deceiving, by calling cylons allies
and we said 'we are now just prisoners here, of Adama's device'.
we gathered in our chambers, and Gaeta took the lead
to stab out at the hypocricy, and take control of C.I.C

Last thing I remember, I was, part of an escort
arresting Adama and Tigh, they were prisoners of war
‘relax,' said the old man, ‘we’ve a new plan up our sleeve.
You may try to take the ship from us, but we will never leave!'