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They make no sense at allThey're down and yet they fallAnd they're all in the artsThey're hungry for a fightOr something to get byMy friends do Martian ArtsThey're drunk and they're on drugsThey sleep around on rugsAnd they're all in the artsThey're weak and pure at heartThey're fucked up from the startMy friends do Martian artsIt's beautiful and sadIt's twisted and it's madBut it's all in the artsThey're wasted and they're spentI don't know where they wentMy friends do Martian arts From Letras Mania