Life On Mars?
Scala Lyrics

It's a God awful small affair
Life seems insignificant and unimportant

To the girl with the mousey hair
The girl feels small or insignificant

But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
Her mother is unsupportive, perhaps trying to stop her from pursuing her dreams

And her daddy has told her to go
Her father is either urging her to leave or leaving himself

But her friend is no where to be seen
The girl feels alone and abandoned

Now she walks through her sunken dream
The girl is living a life that's not fulfilling

To the seats with the clearest view
She's searching for clarity of purpose

And she's hooked to the silver screen
She's using movies to try and escape her reality

But the film is sadd'ning bore
Even the movies are failing to give her what she wants

For she's lived it ten times or more
She's seen so many movies that they've lost their magic

She could spit in the eyes of fools
She feels angry and disillusioned with the world

As they ask her to focus on Sailors
Others are trying to distract her from her discontent

Fighting in the dance hall
People are fighting and competing with each other

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
Humans are acting primitive and brutish

It's the freakiest show
The world is chaotic and unpredictable

Take a look at the lawman
Even the people meant to protect us are failing

Beating up the wrong guy
The lawman is misguided and hurting innocent people

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
The lawman is oblivious to his own mistakes

He's in the best selling show
The world is a show where people try to sell themselves and their ideas

Is there life on Mars?
Is there something better out there, a place where things make more sense?

It's on America's tortured brow
America is suffering from the same problems as everywhere else

That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Even the things meant to bring happiness are now just a product

Now the workers have struck for fame
People are desperate to be recognized in a world that makes them feel invisible

'Cause Lennon's on sale again
Even idols are being commodified and sold

See the mice in their million hordes
People are blindly following each other, like mindless mice

From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
This is happening everywhere, no matter where you are

Rule Britannia is out of bounds
Traditional values no longer apply or make sense

To my mother, my dog, and clowns
Even the people meant to be closest to us don't understand us

But the film is a sadd'ning bore
Even the movies that used to give us hope are now just depressing

'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
The things we create are starting to feel repetitive and pointless

It's about to be writ again
We keep repeating the same mistakes and patterns

As I ask you to focus on Sailors
Instead of being consumed by despair, the song urges us to focus on sailors, which could be a metaphor for hope and possibility

Fighting in the dance hall
People are still fighting and competing with each other

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
The world is still chaotic and unpredictable

It's the freakiest show
Our reality is still strange and bewildering

Take a look at the lawman
We need to hold ourselves and our leaders accountable

Beating up the wrong guy
We need to stop hurting each other and start coming together

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
We need to wake up and recognize the damage we're doing

He's in the best selling show
If we don't change things, we'll continue putting on a show that doesn't reflect who we truly are

Is there life on Mars?
The dream of something better is still out there, waiting for us to reach it