Martians

If you think we're alone here

Out in space, spinning

You'd be wrong

Like so many others over time

Have been convinced of their facts

Only to be proven wrong

By history and their children

Our global concerns will be forgotten

When the saucers land

And the doors open

And the guns are drawn

Science, history, and common sense

All tell us that only the strong survive

So

I am certain that the little green men

When they show up (and they will)

Are going to tell us who's boss

And who's the new employee

Because 

You don't travel through that kind of distance

Without a helluva lot more knowledge

Than we have

And you don't go on that kind of journey

Without some big fucking guns

Any space cowboy will tell you that

So, don't be surprised 

When Marines get vaporized

And the power grid goes down

When The Bomb has no use

When the sky is on fire

When you pee in your pants 

At the sight of them

All hail Caesar 2.0