"We starve, look at one another, short of beer
Walking proudly in our mining suits
Wearing smells of labour and glory
Facing a deadly planet of storming insect anarchy
Listening songs in the Abyss Bar
With supreme visions of teamwork rules

Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of
Greatness, who knows what stands in front of
Our pickaxes, I fashion my present on ships in space
Miner's Manual tells me secretly
Everything
Everything

Space Rig, Hoxxes, Hoxxes
Space Rig, Hoxxes, Hoxxes
Across the Galaxy
And I'm a prospector, prospector
I believe in Karl
And I believe that Karl believes in the dwarf
That's me, that's me, that's me

We're drunk, look at one another, too much beer
Dancing proudly in our armor suits
Wearing smells of labour and glory
Facing hundreds of hours in a moving pixel fantasy
Listening for the new patch notes
With supreme visions of teamwork rules

Singing our space songs on a spider web jukebox
Rock is around you and in you
Answer for mission control, on a roll

Bring the dumb M.U.L.E., bring the dumb M.U.L.E. in
The dumb M.U.L.E. in
Bring the dumb M.U.L.E., bring the dumb M.U.L.E. in
The dumb M.U.L.E. in
Bring the dumb M.U.L.E., bring the dumb M.U.L.E. in
The dumb M.U.L.E. in..."