So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
In sealed-up tins they can never leave
They try to bodge a world from scratch
Their skins will wither and bleach
On a bare planet of rust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
I'm not tired of living here
It's great to breathe free air
I don't want to live in a bubble
Too blind to mind my own mess
I'm not an empty vacuum
I won't trade the trees
For a land without sea
There's nothing on Mars for me
But a Morlock factory
With the DNA of paradise
Trailing like cigar ash
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
And it must pass
Pete Gioconda - The Time of Great Waste Lyrics
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So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
In sealed-up tins they can never leave
They try to bodge a world from scratch
Their skins will wither and bleach
On a bare planet of rust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
I'm not tired of living here
It's great to breathe free air
I don't want to live in a bubble
Too blind to mind my own mess
I'm not an empty vacuum
I won't trade the trees
For a land without sea
There's nothing on Mars for me
But a Morlock factory
With the DNA of paradise
Trailing like cigar ash
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
And it must pass
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
In sealed-up tins they can never leave
They try to bodge a world from scratch
Their skins will wither and bleach
On a bare planet of rust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
I'm not tired of living here
It's great to breathe free air
I don't want to live in a bubble
Too blind to mind my own mess
I'm not an empty vacuum
I won't trade the trees
For a land without sea
There's nothing on Mars for me
But a Morlock factory
With the DNA of paradise
Trailing like cigar ash
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
So the wreckers are going to Mars
To drive around and suck things up
Trading in green trees and grass
For a hell of red dust
There's nothing on Mars for us
The Time of Great Waste is upon us
And it must pass
Writer: Peter Godfrey
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