A man walks down the street

He says why am I still stuck in the war now

Why can't I get out of the shadows now

Gettin' back to life is so hard

I need some kind of opportunity

I want a shot at redemption

Don’t want to end up a lonely man

In a lonely graveyard

There's a Firefly, a Firefly

Junk in the shipyard

Far away deep into the black

Mr. Purplebelly, Purplebelly

Get these Reavers away from me

You know I don’t find this stuff

Amusing anymore

If you’ll be my right hand man

I can be your old war pal

I can call you Zoe

And Zoe when you call me

You can call me Mal

A man walks down the street

He says why am I short of religion

Got nothin' left to believe in

And woe my life is so wrong

Where’s my Alliance pension

What if I die here

I’ll be your role model

Now that your faith in God is

Gone gone

He ducked out of the abbey

With his broken bible and a box of fruit

All along along

There were incidents and accidents

There were hints and allegations

If you’ll be my right hand man

I can be your old war pal

I can call you Zoe

And Zoe when you call me

You can call me Mal

Call me Mal

A man walks down the street

It’s a street in a strange world

Maybe it’s a border world

Maybe it’s his first time around

He doesn’t speak the lingo

He holds some currency

He is a foreign man

He is surrounded by the sound

The sound

People in the marketplace

Ship barkers and vendors

He looks around around

He sees an angel in a Firefly

Spinning an umbrella

He says Amen and Hallelujah

If you’ll be my right hand man

I can be your old war pal

I can call you Zoe

And Zoe when you call me

You can call me Mal

Call me

Na na na na …

Na na na na …

Na na na na …

Na na na na na na…

If you’ll be my right hand man

I can be your old war pal

I can call you Zoe

And Zoe when you call me

You can call me Mal

Call me Mal