Striking the pay dirt Is all in a day's work My mind has been twisted, my hands are torn and blistered But it's all in a day's work
And while I"m dying of thirst, my heart's about to burst I won't be the last, but I may be the first To break free I must plan it Or live in fear of a red planet (Fear of a red planet) (Fear of a red planet) Living in fear of the red planet Living in fear of the red planet
The factory floor where I spend my days (day after day) Biding my time, I work while they pray (night after night) The iron is hot, I'm ready to strike (day after day) I'm leaving this place, tonight is the night (night after night)
Watching the clock stall Fourteen hours, a long haul Don't know if I can take it, I may just have to break it (ah) A distraction for nightfall
Because I"m planning my escape, the hours getting late So tired of the box that makes me suffocate, to break free I must plan it Or live in fear of a red planet Living in fear of the red planet (a red planet) Living in fear of the red planet (a red planet)
The factory floor where I spend my days (day after day) Biding my time, I work while they pray (night after night) The iron is hot, I'm ready to strike (day after day) I'm leaving this place, tonight is the night (night after night)
Living in fear of the red planet Living in fear of the red planet (a red planet) (a red planet)
(Fear of a, fear of a red planet) (a red planet)
(Day after day) (Night after night) (Day after day) (Night after night) (Day after day) (Night after night) (Day after day) (Night after night) (Day after day) (Night after night) (Day after day) (Night after night) (Day after day) (Night after night) (Day after day) (Night after night)