They make no sense at all,
They're down and yet they fall.
And they're all in the arts.
They're hungry for a line,
Or something to get by,
My friends the Martian arts.
They drink in their own curse,
They sleep around on d**,
And they're all in the arts.
They're weak and pure of heart,
They're f**ed up from the start.
My friends the Martian arts.
It's beautiful and sad,
It's twisted and it's mad.
And it's all in the arts.
They're wasted and they're spent,
I don't know where they went,
My friends the Martian arts.