Made in mars

Into outer space

Made in mars
So here I am I'm down on Earth
And everything's looking fine
Until I turn me to my left
And turn my head to the right

The little people all around me
Are not using their heads
I tried to tell them but it seems
That they just do it again

No
I don't think they got it
I don't think their brains can understand
When I think about it
I wanna go back

Into outer space
Because I'm sick of this place
Into outer space
Because I'm sick of this place

And all the children that I've met
Don't seem to get any smarter
The boys are waiting in the back
While skirts go higher and higher

He has a rifle in his pocket
Ready whenever when
And at the club the little girls
Do anything to get in

No
But who said they're invited?
Who said that their names are on the list?
I don't think they got it
I wanna go back

Into outer space
Because I'm sick of this place
Into outer space
Because I'm sick of this place

Into outer space
Because I'm sick of this place
Into outer space
Because I'm sick of this place
I'm sick of this place

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