count to five

Ain’t nothing wrong with dreaming big

Of always looking on the bright side of things

But all the beauty found in the gloom of a blushing sky

Will make you wonder about the other side

Are we trying to make life on Mars way too soon, way too soon

Still ill fighting but we’ve got a flag on the moon

It’s fun to pretend everything’s fine

When you’re above consequence and gold-filled mines

But all the beauty found in the gloom of a blushing sky will make you cry

Are we trying to make life on Mars way too soon, way too soon

Still ill fighting but we’ve got a flag on the moon

Just minding my own, read the news on my phone, got enough on my mind

The problem isn’t mine, though I don’t condone, but it’s all spiraling out of control

Wanna sip some wine, and pay my bills on time, keeping my spirits up, is hard enough

Without all of this bad news, but I feel for you

Mmm

Life isn’t fair

It just isn’t fair

Won’t be any justice

When

It comes to the end