[Verse 1: 2020]

Well since 1969 it seems NASA has been wasting time

But it’s fine

We have entered our prime

Now it’s time to break free from the dime

The battle against tackling interplanetary travel, well that shit is just organized crime

Said the battle against tackling interplanetary travel, that shit is just government grime

And we tune in at night to watch the news, see who’s in the spot light, drink some booze and watch highlights 

But we abuse the rights of dudes who’s muse is to get into spacesuits and cruise twilight 

So we gotta get on up into this race

Outta this Earth into outer space

God damn

I cannot stay in this place with it’s war and division and great lack of space

God damn

Fire the engines and run all your tests cuz it’s time to launch rockets of grace

God damn

God is so last century

And science is destined to be 

Good

Human beings have come so far 

So why the hell aren’t we on Mars

Where are all the flying cars

Why do we not aim for the stars

Rich pricks smoke their big cigars 

We could be heading for a planet that’s organic and ours 

Rich pricks smoke their big cigars

But that little red planet, we can make it ours

[Chorus: 2020]

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn we made it ours

Come on, come on, reach for the stars

Everybody up in here is bound for Mars

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn time we made it ours

Get out your cars, hit up the bars

And tell your friends how we're bound for Mars

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn we made it ours

Come on, come on, reach for the stars

Everybody up in here is bound for Mars

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn time we made it ours

Get out your cars, hit up the bars

And tell your friends how we're bound for Mars

[Verse 2: 2020]

I know it’s not a plot that comes easy

But we ought to be far more speedy

The Mars Project came out in '53

Wernher Von Braun had an idea to be

Up into space, 'fore we even hit the moon

It would be a damn shame if we don’t take off soon

The planet is dying, the people are multiplying and flying to Mars is no longer a cartoon

Ready, aim, shoot

*Houston come in, this rocket must deposit the passengers within*

So stack up the loot, produce the fuel, research the rules, apply your tools and get moving 

Got to explore more space frontiers, rebuild out there, get out of here

This is not the time to veer, we’ve fucked the Earth far worse than feared

But this is not the time for fear, we’ve learned so much and space is near

God damn, like I said (God is last century)

And science is destined to be 

Good

Human beings have come so far 

So why the hell aren’t we on Mars

Where are all the flying cars

Why do we not aim for the stars

Rich pricks smoke their big cigars 

We could be heading for a planet that’s organic and ours 

Rich pricks smoke their big cigars

But that little red planet, we can make it ours

[Hook: 2020] 

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn we made it ours

Come on, come on, reach for the stars

Everybody up in here is bound for Mars

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn time we made it ours

Get out your cars, hit up the bars

And tell your friends how we're bound for Mars

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn we made it ours

Come on, come on, reach for the stars

Everybody up in here is bound for Mars

Yep, we’re bound for Mars

‘Bout god damn time we made it ours

Get out your cars, hit up the bars

And tell your friends how we're bound for Mars

[Verse 3: 2020]

And we’ve paved the way, brought dreams to life

Now all we gotta do is get it right 

Stars shine so bright, but not black and white 

The prism breaks out the prisoners, the other colored light 

And God damn

I will jam out about the droughts, the lack of clouds, the bouts with our new kind

Think of what we’re still to find, still to mine, still to discover and fly, still to try, still to deny, still to get by, still set eyes on and find why 

Yeah, you could stay and scrape by

Or you could be part of the plan, and just say bye

Money has hindered the launch and the build of a city, a pity, but it’s destiny 

They said with some money that by 2020 we’d have something built on the moon guaranteed 

20 years later I’m writing this tune 

20 years later I’m skipping the moon

20 years later I’m calling for all to be getting on board with a serious move