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They made me put all my things in a silver case
Took my blood and my name and asked my age
Told me all my friends were on their way
When I'm just late in the game
But oh, God
I don't wanna go to Mars
What kind of brainwashed idiot does?
It's all a lab rat life in jars
They branded the dream of ages
I don't wanna go to Mars
Be with me here and return to dust
We can borrow your parents' car
And take it to all our places
They made this terrible thing look like a train
There's something sweet in the air what I can't say
Would I like a drink to calm the brain?
Oh, please stay in the chairs
But oh, God
I don't wanna go to Mars
What kind of brainwashed idiot does?
It's all a lab rat life in jars
They branded the dream of ages
I don't wanna go to Mars
Be with me here and return to dust
We can borrow your parents' car
And take it to all our places
(I don't wanna go to Mars)
(I don't wanna go to Mars)
(I don't wanna go to Mars)
(I don't want to)
It's been another four years and not one birthday cake
You sometimes sleep all day and never shake
You could hide the abyss with a friend you hate
Oh, I miss the news and change
But oh, God
I don't wanna go to Mars
What kind of brainwashed idiot does?
It's all a lab rat life in jars
They branded the dream of ages
I don't wanna go to Mars
Be with me here and return to dust
We can borrow your parents' car
And take it to all our places
(I don't wanna go to Mars)
(I don't wanna go to Mars)
(I don't wanna go to Mars)
(I don't wanna go to Mars)
WRITERS
Harry McVeigh, Charles Cave, Jack Lawrence-Brown
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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