Cylon Song

 

Intro: Vamp on C or something... whatever  

   C  C  F  C       Oh, I'm just a pilot whose mind has been blown
   C  C  G  G       Like I slammed head-on into a pylon
   G  G  G7 G7      It’s a little bit odd, still he’s got a nice bod.
   G  F  C          Oh my god. I’m the wife of a Cylon!

C  C/G  C  C/G   It's not easy to live your affairs down
C  F  G          I know everyone runs from their past
F  F  C  C       But it's not every pilot whose little black book
D  D  G          Includes every commander she sassed.
C  C/G  C  C/G   My Mom called me underachiever
C  F  G          And she said, to her last choking breath
F  F  C  C       That instead of the fleet, a good career goal
D  G  C          Involved being the herald of death.

   C  C  F  C       My libido’s a sight to behold, that’s a fact
   C  C  G  G       That I’ll never play Queen of Denial on.
   G  G  G7 G7      It’s a weakness of flesh, when you’re in the last stretch;
   G  F  C          Show discretion if you meet a Cylon.

C  C/G  C  C/G   I think that I’m losing my marbles
C  F  G          I mean that I’ve lost them again.
F  F  C  C       I fell down the rabbit hole, came back to life
D  D  G          And now Creepy McJerk is my friend.
C  C/G  C  C/G   They gave me command of the poo barge,
C  F  G          But I took unbelievable heat
F  F  C  C       Just for jumping a Raider off into the black
D  G  C          And smack into the wrecked Cylon fleet.

   C  C  F  C       Oh, how can I find us the way back to Earth
   C  C  G  G       If you people just mutter and rile on?
   G  G  G7 G7      Don’t you give me that flak, that is totally wack.
   G  F  C          Holy frak! For the wife of a Cylon.

C  C/G  C  C/G   Some folks I hear think it’s romantic
C  F  G          A stalker who values your worth
F  F  C  C       It's not pretty or slick when the amorous dick
D  D  G          Keeps on crashing your visions of earth
C  C/G  C  C/G   Oh and don't even mention the Simons
C  F  G          To a butt-kicking badass like me
F  F  C  C       Now how would you feel if your doctor ran off
D  G  C          With a perfectly good ovary?

   C  C  F  C       Oh my quest is defined by great omens and signs
   C  C  G  G       The thirteenth tribe wasted their guile on.
   G  G  G7 G7      You were looking for more?  You can talk to the Four.
   G  F  C          What a chore being wife of a Cylon.


C  C/G  C  C/G   So I tried to dial back on the crazy
C  F  G          Things began to fall right into place
F  F  C  C       We followed the Arrow of Artemis straight to
D  D  G          This glorified outhouse in space.
C  C/G  C  C/G   But now that we’ve got here I’m thinking
C  F  G          That somebody has to have planned this
F  F  C  C       If Earth doesn’t work out, the next stops no doubt
D  G  C     	 Are Gommorah, Bhopal, and Atlantis!

   C  C  F  C       Well I’m not complaining, but some kind of rest
   C  C  G  G       Would give us a reason to smile, Ron
   G  G  G7 G7      'Cause Cavil’s still achin’ to finish our bacon
   G  G  G7 G7      And everyone’s wishin’ on Opera House visions
   G  G  G7 G7      If you think that that’s scary, wait’ll next January
   G  F  C          When I marry the very last Cylon!