Mission Control, this is Mars Two-Niner-Five, ready for departure. Uh, Earth. The planet Earth. Roger, countdown is go in T Minus five, four, three, two, one.
Through space I shall roam From the base to my home In my rocket I soar in a daze
Blastin' the asteroid field I'm trying not to get killed I'm dodging Mars bars and old Milky Ways
This planet's stinky I should call up Enki And say \"What were you thinkin'? Look at the mess you made!\"
Disposable humans that you made from a monkey This planet has gone to the apes
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So I'm ditchin' and hitchin' a ride I got my Sitchin guide He's my Nibiru guru
To endure three thousand, six hundred years Is far too long, I'm gone I'm knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
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Walk through the gate (Eeaaa) Welcome the creature you made (Eeaaa) Embrace your disgrace (Eeaaa)
You took your pinches of clay You made us, raised us in days And then you threw us away
And now you're scouting with Greys And simply counting the days Down till you cruise back by and blow us away
And we dance Blissful unawareness as we dance
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