Singapore Sling - Martian Arts lyrics

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.