It came from high command
that it was a party time
at space station nine

With jump suits on
we jumped into our fighters
the last to get there, the poor *******
would have to buy all the beers

All fleet officers had to attend
to party down to the end
this was the last time
as defeat and death was a great tune

And as the last starship
so burning came to port
we sung, To The Bitter End
then we danced the night away

As space station nine fried
we hugged each other with tears in our eyes
for our glory
and all of the honour, we would die

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris