I used to be a happy space colonist
Living in my dust hut I attended the University
With dreams of becoming a martian horticulturist
I loved a girl with hair like the soil
I thought she loved me but
She had been washing my hogs all along
She vetoed my dreams
There's nothing left to do but advance to the nearest crater
To mine ore
She said
She said
She said
And she said
Let's go to the moon
You're the man of my dreams
And now that we're on the moon
It's time to extract your heart
And now I'm a mound of moonbones
Just a heap of moonbones
An accumulation of moonbones
She took a rocket back to Mars
And left me far behind
And in the absence of my heart
I withered away
I withered away
And now I'm fine
And now I'm fine with my moonbones
She said
She said
She said
And she said
Let's go to the moon
You're the man of my dreams
And now that we're on the moon
It's time to extract your heart
And now I'm a mound of moonbones
Just a heap of moonbones
An accumulation of moonbones
