Say goodbye and cross the street
We fly high after two AM
But there's no more beer and cigarettes too
Beware of the thing doing things over there
The thing always gets to something and does things around here
Kidnaps your rescuers, poisons your attention
It is a verb and a noun, an adjective and a swear word
And the radio guy won’t shut his mouth
And wants my money and my opinions
But hey, if you want to have fun
Create your own songs
Can it be that there’s life on Mars?
Hotel windows
Empty garages
Borders
Grenades
Bed sheets
And there are many forms
That are only varnished and have no invention
And all that they always fight against
Are exactly everything that they are
Martians invade Earth
They’re inflating my ego with air
And when I think I'm getting somewhere
I have to turn around one more corner
And even if I do have my freedom
I do not have much time left
And even if I do have my freedom:
Can it be that there’s life on Mars?