I Reserve The Right To Live On Mars
Rust is the colour of the red red sea.
Salmon is the colour of the sky.
People always talking 'bout the life I lead.
Nobody is asking me why.
Seven years ago I took a long long road,
a tunnel to a distant land.
And now I'm on a voyage in a dead abode
faraway from any one man.
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
on Mars.
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
on Mars.
Cold is the gritty sand around my skin
blowing like a renegade fox.
Tiny is the sun upon a thin thin day
high upon the sandstone rocks.
Jagged are the rough cut stones I touch,
sharper than a jewellers eye.
People see me sitting but they don't see much
even if they did know why.
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
on Mars.
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
on Mars.
(solo)
Standing in a canyon in a dust run gale.
Icy as the moon gone out.
Everybody telling me my no-hope tale.
Everybody telling me about.
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
on Mars.
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
I reserve the right to live
on Mars.
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