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
And now your credit is falling

Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes
The pundits on the radio won't leave it alone
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 movеment is lost

And so we blowing up God's phone, pray hе get us off hold soon
Bought our own space but our asses are frozen
Blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone
Now you say we should've stayed home

Fading, faded, we never made it, faded
Traded for your replacement
Faded, we never made it
What you tryna be lately?
Climb down to the edge your seat
They say that viewership for launch is up by fifty this week
We changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat
It's just blood on your TV making killings for free
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, so expired on the lease
Now we're gonna re-release it, TBD
Change the title to "Fuck You"
It is 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