He left September 18th
Plenty of people at Houston
First man on Jupiter
An applause roars.
His wife is in the control room
In two months her first son will be born
Everyone's confident and cheerful
She's the only one who seems to pray
Suddenly a light turns on
From the space comes in a voice
But it's faded and weak
It sounds like Mc Kenzie is calling.
"Help me, help me, help me!"
And then silence, nothing more can be heard, just
"Help me, help me, help me! Rescue me!"
And then silence, and nothing more.
They said it's a trivial malfunction
(Trivial my ass!)
But Mc Kenzie can still make it back
And in the meantime the connection's gone
(I'm here!)
Someone says "a collision occurred"
(no!)
Two years are gone since that September
There's nothing left of Mc Kenzie
(what do you mean "nothing left"?)
Just a tape that recorded
The voice of a scared man.
"Help me, help me, help me!"
And then silence, nothing more can be heard, just
"Help me, help me, help me!
What the fuck! Rescue me!"
And then silence, and nothing more.
There's the mother...
You never knew your father
He was an important man, honey
It's that man in silver
That voice you hear every now and then...
And then silence...just
"Help me, help me, help me!
Rescue me! Help me!"
And then silence, and nothing more...
Because Mc Kenzie blew up during the flight
You know, dear son
After all he wasn't even your father
Because I'm a whore!