Good evening… sing a little song… it's for you

Hanging in the stars
Suspended from the dark
Life is long and heavy
Like a shadow on a spark
And it will blow

Massive killer orb
Hovering around
Looking for a spot
To blast the good guys on the ground
Before they know
What hit ‘em from above

It's the Death Star—something so incredible
Death Star—something [bad word] Death Star—massive and maniacal
Death Star—teeny weeny vulnerable hole

Somewhere deep inside
Shifty to the core
The tank is full and fuelled
By the dark side of the force
That makes it go
To and fro… killing

Black hearted ball
Roll the devil's dice
Destroy it one more time
Cuz it's so good they built it twice
But now no more
No more, no more

It's the Death Star—something so incredible
Death Star—something [bad word] Death Star—massive and maniacal
Death Star—teeny weeny vulnerable
Death Star—something so incredible
Death Star—something [bad word] Death Star—massive and maniacal
Death Star—teeny weeny vulnerable hole

Goodbye, Death Star
You were… the largest weapon… ever manufactured