Mission Control, this is Mars Two-Niner-Five, ready for departure. Uh, Earth. The planet Earth. Roger, countdown is go in T Minus five... four... three... two... one... Through space I shall roam From the base to my home In my rocket I soar in a daze Blastin' the asteroid field I'm trying not to get killed I'm dodging Mars bars and old Milky Ways This planet's stinky I should call up Enki And say "What were you thinkin'? Look at the mess you made!" Disposable humans that you made from a monkey This planet has gone to the apes. Planet X marks the spot! Planet X marks the spot! So I'm ditchin' and hitchin' a ride I got my Sitchin guide He's my Nibiru guru To endure three thousand, six hundred years Is far too long, I'm gone I'm knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door. Planet X marks the spot! (x4) Walk through the gate (Eaaa) Welcome the creature you made (Eaaa) Embrace your disgrace (Eaaa) You took your pinches of clay You made us, raised us in days And then you threw us away. And now you're scouting with Greys And simply counting the days Down till you cruise back by and blow us away. And we dance. Blissful unawareness as we dance. Planet X marks the spot! (x4) Planet X! Planet X! Planet X, X, X! Planet X!