The View from Mars

On Mars there is this alien or thing Whatever you want to call it And he has a big house in a big yard and a wife and kids He goes to work everyday he comes back home He sleeps and then he goes to work again And his life is pretty good as far as you can tell On Mars there is a sort of thing Or maybe more like things They live there In a kind of perfect peace With no need for boundaries No need for weapons No one dies No one hurts nothing happens There is no life on Mars Only sand and rocks it seems There is no life on Mars I don't get what you mean There's no such thing as money No such thing as poor You get everything you want Just knock at any door They know everything there is to know As smart as man can be They built homes buildings sites Society is considered to be perfect, maybe There is no life on Mars Only sand and rocks it seems There is no life on Mars I don't get what you mean So the guy was telling you about before Sometimes he looks down on earth and he thinks Wow, what must it be like to live on Earth What must it be like to feel and love and experience real emotions Because in his world everything is exactly the same His neighbor is the same as his The future is already set Already concrete He knows it as well as he knows the past So what must it be like to live on earth What must it be like to love and hate Because in his mind Hate and love they come together They're the same thing you know Cut from the same cloth What must it be like to live on Earth And he knows, he knows that if he lived on Earth one day he would die But it doesn't really matter 'cause at least he lived A life worth living A life worth telling about That I could tell his children And his children's children And his children's children's children What must it be like to live on Earth And he can't breathe He can't breathe He doesn't exist He doesn't exist There is no life on Mars Only sand and rocks it seems There is no life on Mars I don't get what you mean