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Packing my bags-going away
To a place where the air is clean
On saturn
Thereīs no sense to sit and watch the people die
We donīt fight our wars the way you do
We put back all the things we use
On Saturn
Thereīs no sense to keep on doing such crimes
Thereīs no principles in what you say
No direction in the things you do
For your world is soon to come to a close
Through the ages all great men have taught
Truth and happiness just canīt be bought-or sold
Tell me why are you people so cold
Iīm......
Going back to Saturn where the rings all glow
Rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow
On Saturn
People live to be two hundred and five
Going back to saturn where the people smile
Donīt need cars cause weīve learn to fly
On Saturn
Just to live to us is our natural high
We have come here many times before
To find your strategy to peace is war
Killing helpless men, women and children
That donīt even know what they are dying for
We canīt trust you when you take a stand
With a cold expression on your face
Saying give us what we want or weīll destroy
Iīm......
Going back to Saturn where the rings all glow
Rainbow, moonbeams and orange snow
On Saturn
People live to be two hundred and five
Going back to saturn where the people smile
Donīt need cars cause weīve learn to fly
On Saturn
Just to live to us is our natural high