Lyrics: The king of Mars perfects his commentary skills. Im a gold plated man monkey full of dollar bills. If youre happier, dial one now. Dont be fooled by gravity, and dont be like the sun. (Something went wrong, I hate this song.) And if I could change one thing about the weather, well then I would tell the world and Id become famous, and then I wouldnt need to care about the weather never ever anymore cause I would be relaxing in Hawaii. But that is not my fate, Im trapped inside a cage. It isnt even locked, but Im an idiot. (Its an illusion.) Caesar was a criminal, but his mother was a saint, some say that its subliminal, but I say that it aint. Science was a masquerade, meant to sell you lemonade, and it worked, theyre laughing in their graves. Once again Im falling down a mountain like a metaphor. (God damn leprechauns, god damn leprachauns.) Shoot me from a cannon to the moon without a helmet on my head, or even oxygen to breathe in the offhand chance that theres no Air. Air is like a something something, air is like an I dont know, And air is just like fog but its not gray, and it makes me want to Breathe in toxic little fumes and then I breathe out sugar-frosted blood. All I ever did to make you laugh was breathe out sugar-frosted blood. (What do I do now? Tell me lest I do nothing guardian devil.) Id like to make a toast to all the little garden gnomes Who bravely sacrificed their lives for me. Id like to make a toast but no one seems to have a cup. I wonder where my cup has gone I think that it was taken by The king of Mars perfects his commentary skills. Im a gold plated man monkey full of dollar bills. Youve been standing there, blocking my view. Dont be scared by me or me, and don't be like the sun. (Because the sun doesn't really exist, its an illusion. Thats why you shouldn't be like the sun, Because if you are, you don't exist, And i dont associate with people who dont exist)