Striking the pay dirt is all in a days work
My mind has been twisted
My hands are torn and blistered
But it’s all in a days work
And while I’m dying of thirst
My hearts about to burst
I won’t be the last but I may be the first
To break free I must plan it
Or live in fear of a red planet
Fear of a red planet
Fear of a red planet
Watching the clock stall
Fourteen hours, a long haul
Don’t know if I can take it
I may just have to break it
A distraction for nightfall
Because I’m planning my escape
The hours getting late
So tired of the box that makes me suffocate
To break free I must plan it
Or live in fear of a red planet
Living in fear of a red planet
Living in fear of a red planet
Day after day, night after night
The factory floor where I spend my days
Biding my time I work while they pray
The iron is hot I’m ready to strike
I’m leaving this place tonight is the night
Living in fear of a red planet
Living in fear of a red planet