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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids. In fact its cold as hell. And there's no one there to raise them if you did. And all this science I don't understand. Its just my job five days a week...


She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
Its lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think its gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone


Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact its cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
Its just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man


And I think its gonna be a long long time...