[solo: Shuttle-crash suite in F-Major, Marsian Traditional]
The sound of explosions, the children awake
The turn of the tide acts up, the ground it starts to quake
A pile of dented steel, in fear I realize
Behind the shuttle's windshield two evil shinig eyes
Handcuffed they take the stranded straight into their lab
Examine him, his DNA, what you give is what you will get
He takes his magic carrot, a bang and drums appear
He starts to play like thunder, mandkind flee to save your hearing