We are taking the
Earthlings
Out of danger
On to Mars
Carrying fish in tin cans
Sending messages along with 'em
Massages for free
For the first ones on the planet
Our message from Mars
Is you find your groove
And learn how to dance on
Sub-zero gravity
When you need to take a shower
You'll find ice in your loaded flowers
When down to Earth
You'll be high on Mary's sunflowers
That don't follow the Sun anymore
Instead look for Earth
Which is no longer on the solar system
There are freebies for hustlers
We'll join the pool boys in their withering struggle
To find the next door neighbor's daughter
But, she won't be a stone throw away
She'll be here holding her father's ashes
Lost in the landfill of the wasteland
Not far from where Earth was once buried
In the sand