Shoals of dead fish float on the lakes,
but Uncle Sam’s on Mars
And science is making the same mistakes,
but Uncle Sam’s on Mars
No one down here knows how to work the brakes,
but Uncle Sam’s on Mars

Uncle Sam’s on
Mars, he’s on Mars

He’s digging for dreams in the red sand
He’s got his bucket and spade in his left hand
He’s digging for dreams
He’s looking for life