Science

I don't remember how I got here
Never even took the time to pack my pack
But I'd be keen to board a vessel
I'd be keen on getting back

I don't worry about the science
I don't wish upon the stars
I'm not worried about the future of me
When I'm down I go to Mars

I saw you on the hologram
I try to catch 'em every week
I'm a freak man
The image was a little bit brittle
I guess the signal was a little bit weak

I don't worry about the science
I don't worry about the stars
I just worry about the aliens
Are our souls really ours?

I stepped onto the platform
In the pouring acid rain
I (fucking) hate this planet
Oh, it's fucking lame!

I don't worry about the science
Don't put the trouble on my brain
I just worry if it even matters
They'll never know I went insane

I don't worry 'bout the science
I don't worry 'bout the stars
I just worry about the aliens
Are our souls even ours?