Life on Mars
(Bob Barnes [aka Roscoe West])
Plymouth 1975-10-31

I'm a poor excuse for a man
With you
Forgotten the plan
Can't go on
In love with you

Is there life on Mars
All those candy bars
Just make me ill
Don't fulfill
I'd like to be you

Can I hold your hand
It's in the pan
Next to your nightie's
My heart's in my mouth
I'd like to go South
Except on Fridays

Is there life next door
I can't tell no more
Maybe they're dead
In bed
Or in your heart, dear

Meditate
Radiate

Can you hold my hand
It's in the pan
Next to your nightie's
My heart's in my mouth
I'd like to go South
Except on Fridays

Is there life next door
I can't tell no more
Just make me ill
Don't fulfill
Maybe they're dead
In bed
I'd like to heart you
I'd like to be you