Row through the galaxy
change of room, change of garden
a bad step and you are signed
nor in the sink are you sure brother
the threat comes
Decerebrate satellites giving tricks advance
blocking information
here the one who presses the button first wins
Crazy orbits
attacks attacking, attacks the rat
the Martians are ours
a coya of pirates with gold and leather clasps
Non-mental satellite calling earth, one-two
Satelite non mental calling earth,
that go up and down
alling control tower, calling down the earth
Satellite calling do not respond, do not respond
Satellite calling around one-two-three
Martians from another moon looking at me in the crib
always controlled from birth to the grave
do not respond to disconnected stations,
attack, you bastards.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)