The President of Mars Life is funny There are monitors that control my breathing I've got no solid proof, but I'm Almost positive that someone's watching How else can I explain Accidental acts and accidental thoughts? I've done only limited research, but I Got a theory that probably works We're all being controlled by the president of Mars He sits at his big console and repositions the stars We're all being controlled We're all being controlled! We're all being controlled by the president of Mars We are happy We do the same job every single day And we won't mutiny, because At any minute we could all be deprogrammed This all serves to explain Irrational phobias and Freudian scars Why did we forget that assignment? Why did we put the keys down and forget where they are? We're all being controlled by the president of Mars He sits at his big console and repositions the stars We're all being controlled I'm the only that was told! We're all being controlled by the president of Mars You don't really need to tell me I know what you're going to say "How can he really do that if he lives so far away?" Welcome to reality Have you ever heard of satellites? Technology's on his side It's not like he can't afford it I'll guess that he's got a gamepad Not unlike any of ours Can't let him enter the Konami code We're all done for if he plugs in that code We're all being controlled by the president of Mars He collects the thoughts we think in neatly labeled jars His heart is calculating and cold His plan for us has yet to unfold! We're all being controlled by the president of Mars |
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