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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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