Mars letra

I hate to wake up on Mars
I'm all covered in red
Everything is dry
Everything is dead

Hangover is my prize
For trying not to get sad
The party did not get wild
But I woke up out of bed

I cannot lie
I'm not sad
Floating up
Not ahead
I'm not calm
I'm not mad
Can't feel right
Wrong or dead

Looking at red Mars
Trying to fight crime
Using my bare hands
To open up beer cans
Going underground
The martian's hideout
To party hard with them
Tequila or whiskey?

When it comes to space fuel no job is too big or too small
For the h3 tritium company
Our fleet of cosmic transport skippers
Ensure you have the fuel you need
From Andromeda to quadrant 43
H3, fueling your way of life

I cannot lie
I'm not sad
Flying high
Not ahead
I'm not calm
I'm not mad
Can't feel right
Wrong or dead

Where did time go?
I lost it years ago
With the stars that I left
Mars is dry, I'm not dead
Time is lost, won't get back
Life is short, don't get mad
With the stars that I left
Mars is dry, I'm not dead

I hate to wake up on Mars
I'm all covered in red
Everything is dry
Everything is dead

Skipp Is Dead - Letras

• Alternate Start
• Endless Nights
• Kessler Syndrome
• Mars
• Primal Instincts
• Stars
• Venus In Flames II