Mission to Mars

Countdown till you come off your rails

And it ain't goin' well

You been runnin' up bills

You had to cancel your cards

For shootin' out street lamps while shootin' at stars

And now your credit is falling

Heard it boomin' at parties

Whispered in homes

The pundits on the radio won't leave it alone

I heard it once, heard it twice

Heard it well enough to tell

They say the mission to mars is destined to fail now

Climb down to the edge of your rope

Got a letter 'bout a month ago from control

They say we're comin' down hard

We locked our keys in our cars

Or got booted at bars

And now the movement is lost

And so we blowin' up God's phone

Pray, get us off hold soon

Bought our own space but our asses are frozen

Blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone

And all you say, "We should've stayed home"

Fadin', fadin'

We never made it, fadin'

Traded for your replacement

Fadin', we never made it

What you tryna be lately?

Climb down to the edge of your seat

They say that viewership for launch is up by fifty this week

Changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat

It's just blood on your TV makin' killings for free

The ticket lines are past the sign down at the end of the street

Meet and greet, VIP, go a million a piece

We delayed the show for entry, so expired on the lease

Now we gonna re-release it, TBD

Change the title to Fuck You

It's what you want it to be

When you know it only pay to make nice

Pack your shit and standby, please

Your friends are tryna leave and get high

Countdown till you come off your rails

They say the mission to mars is doin' pretty well

I heard it once, heard it twice

I heard everybody tell

They say the mission to mars is destined to sell out