teenagers from mars were singing
we heard their voice repeating
right things to do are sacred
jaywalking within the pavement
teenagers from mars were kissing
we broke their hearts with reason
rust cannot shine but we can
when we choke with noble feelings
fear of signs, we stopped to feel it over
fear of denial, everything is under control
yes, we’re alright
we still haven’t touched the failure
on hope we’ll count
that recreation saved the millions
fear of dying, we’d like to feel it over
again in design, everything is over controlled
don’t kids here now have anything to say loud?
don’t kids here have nothing to be proud of?