| Countdown 'til you come off your rails
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| And it ain’t going well
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| You’ve been running up bills
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| You had to cancel your cards for shooting out street lamps while shooting at
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| stars
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| Now your credit is falling
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| Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes
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| The pundits on the radio won’t leave it alone
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| I heard it once, heard it twice
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| Heard it well enough to tell
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| They say the Mission To Mars, is destined to fail now
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| Climb down to the edge of your rope
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| Got a letter 'bout a month ago from control
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| They say we’re coming down hard
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| We locked our keys in our cars
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| Or got booted at bars and now the movement is lost
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| So we blowing up God’s phone
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| Pray he get us off hold soon
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| Bought our own space but our asses are frozen
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| Blow enough smoke to punch a hole in the ozone
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| And all you say is 'we should’ve stayed home'
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| Fading, faded, we never made it, faded
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| Traded for your replacement
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| Faded we never made it
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| Watchu tryna be lately?
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| Climb down to the edge your seat
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| They say that viewership for launch is up by 50 this week
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| We changed the format completely, cut the filler for meat
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| It’s just blood on your TV making killings for free
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| The ticket lines are past the sign down at the end of the street
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| Meet and greet, VIPs go a million a piece
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| We delayed the show for entry and so expired on the lease
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| Now we’re gonna re-release it, t.b.d
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| Change the title to: Fuck You
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| It’s what you want it to be
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| When you know it only pay to make nice
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| Pack your shit and standby, please
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| Your friends are trying to leave and get high
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| Countdown 'til you come off your rails
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| They said the Mission To Mars is doing pretty well
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| I heard it once, heard it twice, I heard everybody tell
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| They say the Mission To Mars is destined to sell out |