Lyrics:

Striking the pay dirt
Is all in a day's work
My mind has been twisted, my hands are torn and blistered
But it's all in a day's work

And while I'm dying of thirst, my heart's about to burst
I won't be the last, but I may be the first
To break free I must plan it
Or live in fear of a red planet
(Fear of a red planet)
(Fear of a red planet)
Living in fear of the red planet
Living in fear of the red planet

The factory floor where I spend my days (day after day)
Biding my time, I work while they pray (night after night)
The iron is hot, I'm ready to strike (day after day)
I'm leaving this place, tonight is the night (night after night)

Watching the clock stall
Fourteen hours, a long haul
Don't know if I can take it, I may just have to break it (ah)
A distraction for nightfall

Because I'm planning my escape, the hours getting late
So tired of the box that makes me suffocate, to break free I must plan it
Or live in fear of a red planet
Living in fear of the red planet (a red planet)
Living in fear of the red planet (a red planet)

The factory floor where I spend my days (day after day)
Biding my time, I work while they pray (night after night)
The iron is hot, I'm ready to strike (day after day)
I'm leaving this place, tonight is the night (night after night)

Living in fear of the red planet
Living in fear of the red planet (a red planet) (a red planet)

(Fear of a, fear of a red planet) (a red planet)

(Day after day)
(Night after night)
(Day after day)
(Night after night)
(Day after day)
(Night after night)
(Day after day)
(Night after night)
(Day after day)
(Night after night)
(Day after day)
(Night after night)
(Day after day)
(Night after night)
(Day after day)
(Night after night)