Well I hope to God we never make it into space
Fill it with billboards, churches, and banks
How much more trash can one species create
I got a feeling we'll find out
We'll cause some problems that we have yet to create
I hope we crash on our way out into space
Paid advertisements, marketing, and our careers
That's all that matters, and it's been this way for years
But now, how many more human lives will we waste
I got a feeling we'll find out
We'll cause anxiety where they'd never known the name
I hope we crash on our way out into space
How much more time can we afford to waste
I got a feeling we'll find out
Always a dollar short and a century too late
I hope we crash on our way out into space
How much more time can we afford to waste
I got a feeling we'll find out
Always a dollar short and a century too late
I hope we crash on our way out into space