Fisheries by Transceiver Lyrics

For my great-great-great-grandbabies
Cities will be like fish hatcheries
A proud analogy, our nations and the sea
Unless our civilizations migrate
To great space stations in the sky

Freezer factory trawlers
Night crawlers
Space stations in the sky
Sea-freeze you and I

We choose to go to the moon
We choose to go to the moon

What’s the matter with captivity
For living protein like you and me?
Bumping uglies with a friend or two
In a giant tank in east Peru
Good tuna stock off Angola, as we take off
In our starflight parabola
Boomers bred us and we’re going to breed
And the cycle restarts, and soon we’ll need some space
Freezer factory trawlers
Night crawlers
Space stations in the sky
Sea-freeze you and I

We choose to go to the moon
We choose to go to the moon