The Pain of Being First
Man! We were ready to go!
We jumped to the heavens on legs of fire
and with the roar
of a thousand lions.
Ooo man! We danced around earth
and used her mighty weight
to speed us on our way
and send us off to Mars.
Oh man! that journey was so long,
the months in quiet lonely dark
away, weighing next to nothing
but growing heavy in our hearts.
Christ man! Our nerves were shot,
we were sick of one another.
The way we looked the way we smelled
we're like needles to each other.
Work man! So many things to do.
To hell with that, we feel like crap.
The folks on Earth are mad as hell
We don't care, not Earthlings anymore!
Red man! This planet really is.
The color doesn't matter
the trip is done at last
and now we're finally here.
Well man, what a place to live.
Red sand in every crack and crevice
and in everybody's hair.
I guess we're ready to go home.
“Go man! Places to explore. We're here to make discoveries.”
Go man! Places to explore.
We're here to make discoveries.
We sure didn't come for the food
cause the freeze dried shit here stinks!
Ok man! We all went further and further
till the suits and rovers couldn't go no more.
A risky business to wander here
the ambulance is slow and far.
Man... oh man! To happen was certain sure.
Too far and high, climbing over scrabble, sharp.
His sudden slip surprised us all.
And just like that a friend is gone, the first.
Hopeless man! To dig this rust red soil.
Tools we brought for science work
opens up an oversize sepulcher for him.
No doubt the first of many graves on Mars.