Something's wrong from the moon, my friendsnSomething's wrong from the moonnAs I look down at you my friendsnSomething's wrong from the moonnPoor little mannYou been run downnPoor little mannYou're all run downnI can see right through your eyesnI can see right through your weary eyesnI can hear right through your criesnI can hear right through your drunken criesnWhen they spit, do you wash their floorsnAnd pray that they don't spit no morenOr, rise up children, life goes on and onnWise up children, life goes on and onnnIn the dark you cannot seenIn the dark the victory is fearnLike a fool you follow foolsnLike a fool you follow what you hearnWill they blow us all apartnOr kill us all with virus dartsnOr, rise up children, life goes on and onnWise up children, life goes on and onnnOn the moon they're laughing hardnOn the moon they're falling off their seatsnFrom the moon we're comedynFrom the moon we're really quite a treatnShall we have another beernAnd slobber through another yearnOr rise up children, life goes on and onnWise up children, life goes on and onnRise up children, life goes on and onnWise upnnSomething's wrong from the moon my friendnSomething's wrong from the moonnAs I look down at you my friendsnSomething's wrong from the moon