Mission to Mars
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Lyrics
Countdown 'til you come off your rails And it ain't going well You've been running up bills You had to cancel your cards for shooting out street Lamps while shooting at stars Now your credit is falling Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes The pundits on the radio won't leave it alone I heard it once, heard it twice Heard it well enough to tell They say the Mission To Mars, is destined to fail now Climb down to the edge of your rope Got a letter 'bout a month ago from control They say we're coming down hard We locked our keys in our cars Or got booted at bars and now the movement is lost So we blowing up God's phone Pray he get us off hold soon Bought our own space but our asses are frozen Blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone And all you say is 'we should've stayed home' Fading, faded, we never made it, faded Traded for your replacement Faded we never made it Watchu tryna be lately? Climb down to the edge your seat They say that viewership for launch is up by 50 this week We changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat It's just blood on your TV making killings for free The ticket lines are past the sign down at the end of the street Meet and greet, VIPs go a million a piece We delayed the show for entry and so expired on the lease Now we're gonna re-release it, t.b.d Change the title to: Fuck You It's what you want it to be When you know it only pay to make nice Pack your shit and standby, please Your friends are trying to leave and get high ♪ Countdown 'til you come off your rails They said the Mission To Mars is doing pretty well I heard it once, heard it twice, I heard everybody tell They say the Mission To Mars is destined to sell out Countdown 'til you come off your rails And it ain't going well You've been running up bills You had to cancel your cards for shooting out street Lamps while shooting at stars Now your credit is falling Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes The pundits on the radio won't leave it alone I heard it once, heard it twice Heard it well enough to tell They say the Mission To Mars, is destined to fail now Climb down to the edge of your rope Got a letter 'bout a month ago from control They say we're coming down hard We locked our keys in our cars Or got booted at bars and now the movement is lost So we blowing up God's phone Pray he get us off hold soon Bought our own space but our asses are frozen Blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone And all you say is 'we should've stayed home' Fading, faded, we never made it, faded Traded for your replacement Faded we never made it Watchu tryna be lately? Climb down to the edge your seat They say that viewership for launch is up by 50 this week We changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat It's just blood on your TV making killings for free The ticket lines are past the sign down at the end of the street Meet and greet, VIPs go a million a piece We delayed the show for entry and so expired on the lease Now we're gonna re-release it, t.b.d Change the title to: Fuck You It's what you want it to be When you know it only pay to make nice Pack your shit and standby, please Your friends are trying to leave and get high ♪ Countdown 'til you come off your rails They said the Mission To Mars is doing pretty well I heard it once, heard it twice, I heard everybody tell They say the Mission To Mars is destined to sell out Countdown 'til you come off your rails And it ain't going well You've been running up bills You had to cancel your cards for shooting out street Lamps while shooting at stars Now your credit is falling Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes The pundits on the radio won't leave it alone I heard it once, heard it twice Heard it well enough to tell They say the Mission To Mars, is destined to fail now Climb down to the edge of your rope Got a letter 'bout a month ago from control They say we're coming down hard We locked our keys in our cars Or got booted at bars and now the movement is lost So we blowing up God's phone Pray he get us off hold soon Bought our own space but our asses are frozen Blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone And all you say is 'we should've stayed home' Fading, faded, we never made it, faded Traded for your replacement Faded we never made it Watchu tryna be lately? Climb down to the edge your seat They say that viewership for launch is up by 50 this week We changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat It's just blood on your TV making killings for free The ticket lines are past the sign down at the end of the street Meet and greet, VIPs go a million a piece We delayed the show for entry and so expired on the lease Now we're gonna re-release it, t.b.d Change the title to: Fuck You It's what you want it to be When you know it only pay to make nice Pack your shit and standby, please Your friends are trying to leave and get high ♪ Countdown 'til you come off your rails They said the Mission To Mars is doing pretty well I heard it once, heard it twice, I heard everybody tell They say the Mission To Mars is destined to sell out Countdown 'til you come off your rails And it ain't going well You've been running up bills You had to cancel your cards for shooting out street Lamps while shooting at stars Now your credit is falling Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes The pundits on the radio won't leave it alone I heard it once, heard it twice Heard it well enough to tell They say the Mission To Mars, is destined to fail now Climb down to the edge of your rope Got a letter 'bout a month ago from control They say we're coming down hard We locked our keys in our cars Or got booted at bars and now the movement is lost So we blowing up God's phone Pray he get us off hold soon Bought our own space but our asses are frozen Blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone And all you say is 'we should've stayed home' Fading, faded, we never made it, faded Traded for your replacement Faded we never made it Watchu tryna be lately? Climb down to the edge your seat They say that viewership for launch is up by 50 this week We changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat It's just blood on your TV making killings for free The ticket lines are past the sign down at the end of the street Meet and greet, VIPs go a million a piece We delayed the show for entry and so expired on the lease Now we're gonna re-release it, t.b.d Change the title to: Fuck You It's what you want it to be When you know it only pay to make nice Pack your shit and standby, please Your friends are trying to leave and get high ♪ Countdown 'til you come off your rails They said the Mission To Mars is doing pretty well I heard it once, heard it twice, I heard everybody tell They say the Mission To Mars is destined to sell out
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:34
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 160 BPM