| Song | Space Gladiator |
| Artist | Renegade Soundwave |
| Album | Soundclash |
| 作词 : Renegade Soundwave | |
| Put your money in the slot | |
| Wait for it to drop | |
| See the credits role | |
| And we are ready to go... | |
| Trading places with chimpanzees, | |
| Get yourself snug and get strapped in, | |
| Introducing you to higher G-forces, | |
| Feeling weightless and my balance adrift. | |
| Countdown that's in process, | |
| Checking out the power systems, | |
| Launch a rocket through the outer limits, | |
| You're the only one who really appreciates it. | |
| Power lights are flashing, | |
| Above my head, man it's dashing, | |
| It's a beautiful view, both the earth and the moon, | |
| Switch to automatic, picking up static, | |
| Pumping the brakes, honey, | |
| I'm gonna be home late. | |
| Space invaders, | |
| Space gladiators, | |
| Bandits in the sky. | |
| But this is only the start, guy, | |
| We've just invented bullet proof glass, why? | |
| It looks surreal, the atmosphere's dry, | |
| I gave the oath, no one gets out alive. | |
| There's no fighting in space, | |
| No third world to face, | |
| Get a grip, we've got a black out. | |
| Sorry, we've got an eclipse. | |
| Space invaders, | |
| Space gladiators, | |
| Bandits in the sky. | |
| But this is only the start, why? | |
| I'm taking up my bullet proof glass guy. | |
| I'm going back to base, | |
| Rebuilding the brake, prepare for re-orbit, | |
| Impose Marshall Law, start the curfew at 8. | |
| The haunted house is plagued with ghouls, | |
| Freaks coming out of the floorboards, | |
| Power thrusts to the mutant guts, | |
| Zombies that need a mouthwash. | |
| Fought the enemy back, | |
| We've got a lazer attack, | |
| Vampires out in the day time. | |
| I tell you, they risk being eaten alive. | |
| Space invaders, | |
| Space gladiators, | |
| Bandits in the sky. | |
| But this is only the start, why? | |
| I'm taking up my bullet proof glass guy. | |
| You really do deserve that rise, | |
| But then again you're just a fly by night type. |
| zuò cí : Renegade Soundwave | |
| Put your money in the slot | |
| Wait for it to drop | |
| See the credits role | |
| And we are ready to go... | |
| Trading places with chimpanzees, | |
| Get yourself snug and get strapped in, | |
| Introducing you to higher Gforces, | |
| Feeling weightless and my balance adrift. | |
| Countdown that' s in process, | |
| Checking out the power systems, | |
| Launch a rocket through the outer limits, | |
| You' re the only one who really appreciates it. | |
| Power lights are flashing, | |
| Above my head, man it' s dashing, | |
| It' s a beautiful view, both the earth and the moon, | |
| Switch to automatic, picking up static, | |
| Pumping the brakes, honey, | |
| I' m gonna be home late. | |
| Space invaders, | |
| Space gladiators, | |
| Bandits in the sky. | |
| But this is only the start, guy, | |
| We' ve just invented bullet proof glass, why? | |
| It looks surreal, the atmosphere' s dry, | |
| I gave the oath, no one gets out alive. | |
| There' s no fighting in space, | |
| No third world to face, | |
| Get a grip, we' ve got a black out. | |
| Sorry, we' ve got an eclipse. | |
| Space invaders, | |
| Space gladiators, | |
| Bandits in the sky. | |
| But this is only the start, why? | |
| I' m taking up my bullet proof glass guy. | |
| I' m going back to base, | |
| Rebuilding the brake, prepare for reorbit, | |
| Impose Marshall Law, start the curfew at 8. | |
| The haunted house is plagued with ghouls, | |
| Freaks coming out of the floorboards, | |
| Power thrusts to the mutant guts, | |
| Zombies that need a mouthwash. | |
| Fought the enemy back, | |
| We' ve got a lazer attack, | |
| Vampires out in the day time. | |
| I tell you, they risk being eaten alive. | |
| Space invaders, | |
| Space gladiators, | |
| Bandits in the sky. | |
| But this is only the start, why? | |
| I' m taking up my bullet proof glass guy. | |
| You really do deserve that rise, | |
| But then again you' re just a fly by night type. |