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