(whistle)

Look, some big rocks come flying
Look at the people eyeing
What if we all start dying?
And things get really way hardcore

Look, what if we're all eating
Or while we all are sleeping
Martians come for a meeting
And we aren't there to meet them all

They came to fight
Then billions people start to die
And the wars just starting to get high
For the love of God, All us humans fry
They've got heatrays and they can fly
I've gotta say: they aren't that nice
I mean, living on Mars must really bite
If they came down here to start War of the Worlds

'n' when the war just began
We got up and ran
Thinking "They can't last forever"
So then we shot atom bombs
But we all looked dumb
This was when I thought they'd won
But for some reason, we kept fighting
I say that I was confused, had we all gone mad?
Why can't we just give in
'Cause it's not like they'll last,
Cause we grew immunities
to Germs in the past
yeah

Why have all this worldly war?
We came first, yeah, we were here way before
You may be hungry way up on mars
And you don't like it anymore
And we're fresh
I don't like this worldly war
Ow, oh no, no, no, no, no

You may think it's fun when killing
and sure it is all thrilling
Why can't we all be chilling
And share this planet we adore
Why do you have to be bad?
Killing us, it makes me feel sad
Stop it and we'll all be glad
And no-one will be hurt no more

But still you fight
And yeah we are all shocked with fright
And then half the people in the world has died
And we all think martians will reside
On earth til we get new allies
They may be small and we're all surprised
That these tiny things brought your demise
B'lieve it or not I'm talking bout little germs

"Oh crap, I think I gave the ending away in the first
or second verse... I'm really not good at this game
Oh no, here we go again"

We beat you, we're way hardcore
You martians aren't that infact your a bore
You got your butt kicked by some tiny
minute inferior germs
Ain't that rich
No you martians are not hardcore
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no


We beat you, we're way hardcore
We beat germs, but you're too small
You're nothing like the awesome martians
from that movie Total Recall
They were blessed
Cause you guys are not hardcore
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no

They're remaking our war

I don't need one more war
No, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no

(whistle)