The Last Men On the Moon

Amongst the comets and the dust

Galaxies collide and combust

There’s so much junk up there

We’re getting short on room

Imagine when they colonise the moon

Of all the things you can chase

They’re putting geckos out in space

Look at your apps and maps and laps

Across the sky

They’ll launch anything that can fly

So come on take me by the hand

Please don’t be anxious when we land

There’s all the oxygen and food

That we can use

And never-ending death-defying views

Degrading satellites abound

Spiralling their way to the ground

There’ll be a reckoning

And we all know it’s due

Who will be the last men on the moon?

Who will be the last men on the moon?

Who will be the last men on the moon?

Waking up on a distant planet

Never thought we’d be lost in space

The ultimate new horizon

But still we’re losing the race

Waking up on a distant planet

Never thought we’d be lost in space

The ultimate new horizon

But still we’re losing the race