Testo The last men on the moon The Stranglers

The last men on the moon

Amongst the comets and the dust
Galaxies collide and combust
There's so much junk up there
We're getting short on room
Imagine when they colonise the moon
Of all the things you can chase
They're putting geckos out in space
Look at your apps and maps and laps
Across the sky
They'll launch anything that can fly

So come on take me by the hand
Please don't be anxious when we land
There's all the oxygen and food
That we can use
And never-ending death-defying views

Degrading satellites abound
Spiralling their way to the ground
There'll be a reckoning
And we all know it's due
Who will be the last men on the moon?
Who will be the last men on the moon?
Who will be the last men on the moon?

Waking up on a distant planet
Never thought we'd be lost in space
The ultimate new horizon
But still we're losing the race

Waking up on a distant planet
Never thought we'd be lost in space
The ultimate new horizon
But still we're losing the race