R.M Bartley - Living On Mars Lyrics

Now wha-what else you got some of that, some of that good ol fashioned stuff yknow talkin blues, protest sorts Of thing y'know that sorta thing
"Another day, another dollar" is the mantra we repeat
But what about when that dollar don't trickle down to me
Gone is the day you could make it all alone
It's your land and it's my land but it's all privately owned.
Armchair generals turned to armchair CEOs,
We're not marching at machine guns don't know what we're marching for.
Into the meat grinder you and I go, quietly, politely, please don't make a show.
Kindly keep ignoring how the blood sausage gets made. Who's burning the planet and who's getting paid.
Polar bears are dying and the ocean's turning black
Jeffrey and Elon are not looking back
Cause in the end those problems are nobody's but ours.
And you don't have to worry when you're living on Mars.
Will there ever come a time when the vultures at the door
Won't be welcomed with wide arms and accommodated for?
When the growing pile of paupers reaches the table from the floor
Is it then that you will weep and say you should have done more?
Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk and the rest
Larry Goodman, Denis O'Brien and J.P McManus
When you're walking up the guillotine steps know this to be true:
I won't lift a finger but my thoughts and prayers go with you.
Polar bears are dying and the ocean's turning black
Jeffrey and Elon are not looking back
Cause in the end those problems are nobody's but ours.
And you don't have to worry when you're living on Mars.
And you don't have to worry when you're living on Mars.
(William Shatner) And you don't have to worry, when you're living, on Mars
Yeah we get it, capitalism bad, you're gonna save the world
Boy if you got something to say you got two options: speak up or shut up.