My Home Planet

It’s a Nakatomi Christmas and we’re barefoot again

On my home planet

And it’s all broken glass and businessmen

On my home planet

We’re getting used to the smoke, the fires are out of control

But we didn’t start them, no, like eight billion Billy Joels

We’ll miss it by the time it’s vanished

My home planet

There’s plastic in the water and there’s plastic in the clouds

On my home planet

Some people are illegal and some people are allowed

On my home planet

We start out pretty nice but we all get mean

‘Cause nobody withstands the machine

We didn’t build it and we didn’t plan it

My home planet

From the moment we’re born we’re all a little bit odd

On my home planet

First thing we take our little fists and we shake em at God

On my home planet

We hate being alive but we don’t want to die

And we learn how to love when we learn how to lie

Don’t try to understand it

My home planet

Don’t get the wrong idea

It’s not that bad

Rest assured, we’ve left the worst behind us

Crossing space takes ages, but we were so patient

So please accept our application

Did someone bring the flag? OK, let’s plant it:

Our new home planet