No one would have believed
In the last years of the nineteenth century
That human affairs were being watched
From the timeless worlds of space
No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinised
As someone with a microscope studies creatures
That swarm and multiply in a drop of water
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets
And yet, across the gulf of space
Minds immeasurably superior to ours
Regarded this earth with envious eyes
And slowly, and surely
They drew their plans against us
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At midnight, on the 12th of August
A huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth
Across two hundred million miles of void
Invisibly hurtling towards us
Came the first of the missiles
That were to bring so much calamity to Earth
As I watched, there was another jet of gas
It was another missile, starting on its way
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And that's how it was for the next ten nights
A flare, spurting out from Mars
Bright green, drawing a green mist behind it
A beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight
Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger
He was convinced there could be no living thing
On that remote, forbidding planet
The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one, he said
The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one
But still, they come!
Then came the night the first missile approached Earth
It was thought to be an ordinary falling star
But the next day, there was a huge crater
In the middle of the Common
And Ogilvy came to examine what lay there
A cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot
And with faint sounds of movement coming from within
Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing
And Ogilvy feared there was a man inside trying to escape
He rushed to the cylinder but the intense heat stopped him before
He could burn himself on the metal
The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one, he said
The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one
But still, they come!
Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said
(Are a million to one, they said)
The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one
But still, they come!