Something's wrong from the moon, my friends 

Something's wrong from the moon 

As I look down at you my friends 

Something's wrong from the moon 

Poor little man 

You been run down 

Poor little man 

You're all run down 

I can see right through your eyes 

I can see right through your weary eyes 

I can hear right through your cries 

I can hear right through your drunken cries 

When they spit, do you wash their floors 

And pray that they don't spit no more 

Or, rise up children, life goes on and on 

Wise up children, life goes on and on 



In the dark you cannot see 

In the dark the victory is fear 

Like a fool you follow fools 

Like a fool you follow what you hear 

Will they blow us all apart 

Or kill us all with virus darts 

Or, rise up children, life goes on and on 

Wise up children, life goes on and on 



On the moon they're laughing hard 

On the moon they're falling off their seats 

From the moon we're comedy 

From the moon we're really quite a treat 

Shall we have another beer 

And slobber through another year 

Or rise up children, life goes on and on 

Wise up children, life goes on and on 

Rise up children, life goes on and on 

Wise up 



Something's wrong from the moon my friend 

Something's wrong from the moon 

As I look down at you my friends 

Something's wrong from the moon