Lyrics

The people look like ants from up here
Stay in your lines out of fear
All work and no play
Oh man on the moon,
What do you do all day?

Do you look down and think,
What a shit show?
Little kids’ bodies full of bullet holes
They’re banning the books
And you can't say gay
Oh man on the moon,
Do you have any room?

Man on the moon,
Do you have any room?
Cuz soon we’ll all need someplace to go
When our world goes up in smoke
The billionaires will pay their way to mars
In their compounds among the stars
Eventually they’ll ruin that one too
And then they'll come after you
Man on the moon

Oh man on the moon,
Do you have any room?
Oh man on the moon,
Do you have any room?
Oh man on the moon,
Do you have any room?

The people look like ants from up here