March of the Drunken Astronaut

The chute deployed in orbit
and I knew what I had to do
I radioed right down to Houston
and told them how bad I was screwed

There's no way in hell we can save you
the engineers scratching their heads
your retros are right in at zero (?)
and your green lights are all turning red

We'll bury you just like a hero
and statues in lack o' your name
we'll name the first lunar colony after you
commies will take all the blame

I said goodbye to mother
got some dying advice from my dad
this girl just ran in here all screaming and crying so she needs to speak to you bad

"It's me, sweetheart, I still love you better (?) I didn't mean all that I said".

I spit in my hands and I quick slick my hair back, said "Baby, I'm better off dead".