Mission Control!, Mission Control!
We're going through a ******* hole
Where did they go, the screens went blank
There's nothing in the memory bank


That's three this week its getting worse
These black holes are a real curse
But we'll keep trying, we've no choice
Of that opinion we're all one voice


Hurtling into the atmosphere
Adam knew this place was queer
he couldn't control Genesis 1
It lurched, it rolled, it tumbled, it spun


Genesis 1 crashed into the sea
And from the wreckage Adam and Eve climbed free
They found their way from there to land
And on this planet they made a stand


There was plenty of food to eat
The air was good, they liked the heat
This was a planet where they could stay
But the other animals looked on is dismay


"I think I know!" Eve then said
As Adam stood scratching his head
"Why the other animals don't admire us,
Its because they we're a virus"


REDMAN