Plasma cannons charged, full body armor
Landing on a planet with zero running water
Full take over before the terraform
If there's one thing we know it's how to make a planet warm
Don't talk to me about invasive species
Needy little parasites trying to read tea leaves
Most remain but I can't sit still Mat is
About to tear open this planet's hidden canvas
Horizon scan that's a fine place to stand
Hired hand combined with enlightened plan
Got three rovers locked and loaded
Then right before our very eyes something bright exploded
And that is the mission at hand these cats is
About to land and tear up that martian sand
Martians can do whatever damn martians can
Stand up, push over, and then we'll take that land
Now we're scattered and battered thoughts f**ed up
No sign of anything other than destruction
Got this ringing in my ears head hit concussion
Can't sleep anyway I'm still out hunting
No rest for the wicked, we're not wicked though
We came here to kick it and eat your misses out of this new home
With loud drones that blast loads
Full of freedom and joy and radioactive isotopes
All so the people won't cry no more
Like Pa**over and blood has lined the doors
Waiting for rescue down on my final fours
My rockets dead yo can I take a ride on yours?
Ransom and it's large, full body karma
Banished to a planet full of weed farmers
Heaven? if it exists this must be
But that means I'm dead unless my brain is getting rusty
Plus we came such a long way
Turning back now means we went the wrong way
Learning that now means we have a hard trade to make
Lucky how sh** works out at the end of the day
Trust me it ain't that hard to fathom
Ghosts haunting land like a bunch of broke phantoms
Put hands up and hand the man that bag full of his demands
Two steps gun drawn about to stand up