I’m gunning for Mars,
Lost beneath the dust and the stars.
Got the wind in my hair
And my battle scars.
All lost in the city.
But they never seem so pretty
As they do from down here.
Even the tallest of towers were built from the ground,
Among false idols and doubtful sounds.
To get to the top you’ve got to start from the bottom,
And I won’t stop until I’ve got ’em.
So I’m gunning for Mars,
Halfway between the Moon and the stars.
Got to give ’em hell
For a little taste of Heaven.
Said I’m gunning for Mars,
In the black tint glass of my mother’s old car.
No one knows who we are,
But this life is ours;
Starting from the bottom,
Won’t stop until we’ve got ’em.