male ensemble vocals, mid-range rough-hewn

Verse 1)
On Sophie’s moon where the dust winds blow,
Through endless wastes we roam and go,
A pair o’ hands named Zed and Buu,
Seekin’ treasures both strange and new.
We patch the trampler, stock the hold,
Haulin’ scrap and silver gold,
For fear o’ mutiny and wrath,