Music: Jeff Russo/Paul Doucette
You promised a new life light years away
Since we wrecked the old world, you found a new one to break
You said, "Hey, people, come up to space
Together we'll build up one hell of a place"
All of it lies, all of it smoke
Man, this mission looks like a fool's rush for gold
Now you say to comply and do as we're told
Just like a mission control
You think you got answers, you think that we got none
You think you can change us from your place by the sun
While we take the trash out, while we fix the lights
So tell me now, spaceman, how do you see at night?
All of your lies and all of your smoke
Don't add up to the price of the **** that you sold
Now you think you can try to force us to go
You might wanna leave us alone
'Cause this is now where we belong
Mars is the place we call home
So get ******, you mission control