Mission to Mars

Countdown 'til you come off your rails

And it ain't going well

You've been running up bills

You had to cancel your cards for shooting out street

Lamps while shooting at stars

Now your credit is falling

Heard it booming 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 coming down hard

We locked our keys in our cars

Or got booted at bars and now the movement is lost

So we blowing up God's phone

Pray he 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 is 'we should've stayed home'

Fading, faded, we never made it, faded

Traded for your replacement

Faded we never made it

Watchu tryna be lately?

Climb down to the edge your seat

They say that viewership for launch is up by 50 this week

We changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat

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

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

Meet and greet, VIPs go a million a piece

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

Now we're gonna re-release it, t.b.d

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 trying to leave and get high

Countdown 'til you come off your rails

They said the Mission To Mars is doing pretty well

I heard it once, heard it twice, I heard everybody tell

They say the Mission To Mars is destined to sell out