They make no sense at all, They're down and yet they fall. And they're all in the arts. They're hungry for a line, Or something to get by, My friends the Martian arts. They drink in their own curse, They sleep around on drugs, And they're all in the arts. They're weak and pure of heart, They're fucked up from the start. My friends the Martian arts. It's beautiful and sad, It's twisted and it's mad. And it's all in the arts. They're wasted and they're spent, I don't know where they went, My friends the Martian arts.