Walking On the Moon
The politician
has no position
he's just flapping his jaws
Extreme rendition
and superstition
As he makes his withdraws
We're on a mission
an expedition,
got to sow what you reap
Austere condition
is the polar opposition
throws the future on a junk heap
Hey Hey
I don't care what you say
I'm going fishing on Mars
Keep your stone age
to yourself
I'd rather fly to the stars
The dark is lighter
tomorrow's brighter,
than you'll hear from racketeers
The black is whiter
the space is hyper
In between the ears
The inclination
for domination
lie and cheat and distort
deprivation
and desperation
sell the future short
Hey Hey
I don't care what you say
I'm going fishing on Mars
Keep your stone age
to yourself
I'd rather fly to the stars
When you say there is no future there won't be one,
We'll be talking in our eternal sleep in the long run
Long Long Run
In the Long Long Run
Long Long Run
We're walking on the moon
We're walking on the moon
The high and mighty placed a wager
they lost their Burberry Shirts
The low and feeble minded people
think the hungry should buy them desserts
Walking on the moon
Hey Hey
I don't care what you say
I'm going fishing on Mars
Keep your stone age
to yourself
I'd rather fly to the stars
Walking on the moon
Hey Hey
I don't care what you say
I'm going fishing on Mars
Keep your stone age
to yourself
I'd rather fly to the stars
COPYRIGHT 2014 BEN NEW
