Sermon On Mars Lyrics

Place yourself in a situation Like the one I´ve just described A dose of artificial stimulation Nothing left untried Minimal is optimal Keep your sticky fingers off the dial Manipulation; desintegration Nation is denail It´s all a matter of life and death So save your breath for the Wednesday morning Sermon on Mars Circus of the Stars Painting all the roses red Lest the Queen rips off your head Look before you leap Dancing in your sleep Earth to Mars, the earth is dead Just do what the preacher said The country smells like a day in hell When it´s frozen stiff in time And the city reeks out of control freaks And the corpses left behind Does anybody wanna get wasted now that it´s Legal and hassle free Love monkey, attention junkie Come and stay with me