I wrote a song while walking home from college:

I woke up from my cryogenic sleep
Oh, a slumber so deep
With some secrets to keep
The first step was a giant leap
The learning curve was steep
An no one gives a bleep

'cause who gives a rat's ass about the newbie?
He's a level one, a failure-to-be
Who gives a crap about Mr. Green?
He has never endured all the horrors we've seen

I kind of see myself as Marty McFly
When that woman said 'hi'
A bored look in her eye
She told me that my fate is locked
Of course, I was shocked
I ran without telling why

I managed to escape that twisted place
My old life is erased
The world's got a new face
I met a man made out of metal
Like the skin of a kettle
With a death to settle

And who gives a rat's ass about the newbie?
He's a level one, a failure-to-be
Who gives a crap about Mr. Green?
He has never endured all the horrors we've seen

I fled into a place full of faces
Of all kinds of races
Trapped inside glass cases
I met a man who has my DNA
With a shade of gray
And a cosmic sleigh

With his help, I escaped Johnny law
Using pitch, roll and yaw
Now my future is raw
The gray man let the woman steer
He gave me a career
In the final frontier

And he gave a rat's ass about the newbie
Like he's number one, a hero-to-be
He gave a crap about Mr. Green
Though he'll later endure even worse tragedy