作曲：Kathleen Brennan tom Waits

In the last years of the nineteenth century

That human affairs were being watched

From the timeless worlds of space

No one could have dreamed

We were being scrutinized

As someone with a microscope

Studies creatures that swarm

And multiply in a drop of water

Few men even considered

The possibility of life on other planets

And yet across the gulf of space

Minds immeasurably superior to ours

Regarded this earth with envious eyes

And slowly and surely

They drew their plans against us

The chances of anything coming

From mars are a million to one he said

The chances of anything coming

From mars are a million to one but still they come

The chances of anything coming

From mars are a million to one he said

The chances of anything coming

From mars are a million to one but still they come