[Intro] Pulled up late to the edge of the stars Burnt-out boots and a pocket of scars Door slid back Smell of smoke and myths Neon sign flicks Reads “Armored Alcoholics” on the Warsmith (hey!) [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Drunk in the void and we still don’t miss Ship jump twice and the room gone tilt We just blame it on the shots Not the warp drive shift Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Toast to the stains on our flight deck fits If the captain gets mad Tell him come take a sip At the Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith (woah) [Verse 1] First round poured in a cracked tin cup Blue stuff glow Yeah It burned my gut Bartender’s got three eyes One patched shut Says “Tip real good or your air gets cut” Cards on the table Planets in the pot Smuggler in the corner with a fake ID slot Girl at the jukebox Chrome on her hips Laugh like a laser when she steals my chips (damn) [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Drunk in the void and we still don’t miss Ship jump twice and the room gone tilt We just blame it on the shots Not the warp drive shift Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Toast to the stains on our flight deck fits If the captain gets mad Tell him come take a sip At the Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith [Verse 2] We do a little toast for the ones back home Then a bigger one more for the unknown Pilot doing donuts in artificial dawn Spillin’ that drink with his helmet on Tech in the corner trying to fix that leak Using my flask like a wrench all week Priest in the booth taking shots for sins Says “Bless this mess ” then orders twins (oh yeah) [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Drunk in the void and we still don’t miss Ship jump twice and the room gone tilt We just blame it on the shots Not the warp drive shift Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Toast to the stains on our flight deck fits If the captain gets mad Tell him come take a sip At the Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith [Bridge] If we crash into a star tonight Bury my tab in the blacklight Carve on my hatch in sloppy script: “I died drunk Happy On the Warsmith” (hey!) [Chorus] Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Drunk in the void and we still don’t miss Ship jump twice and the room gone tilt We just blame it on the shots Not the warp drive shift Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith Toast to the stains on our flight deck fits If the captain gets mad Tell him come take a sip At the Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith (one more!) Armored Alcoholics on the Warsmith

Rowdy space-rap bar anthem, male vocals. Swinging halftime groove with thick sub bass and loose live drums, talk-sung verses over crunchy, detuned keys and a grimy synth bass line. Hook explodes with gang vocals, stomps, and claps, plus cheesy sci‑fi FX whooshes between lines. Final chorus stacks ad‑libs and call‑and‑response chants like a drunken crew singalong in zero‑G.