[Verse 1] Earth's gettin' boring, we're done with the grind Pitted Punks loadin' up, leavin' the dirt behind Avocado's packin' snacks, Blueberry's got the beats Corn on the Cobb's yellin' "Let's go plant some seeds!" [Pre-Chorus] Fifty years later, we're crankin' the amps NASA's lightin' the fuse, givin' us the chance No more sittin' still in this gravity trap We're blastin' off loud with a three-chord slap [Chorus] We're going back to the Moon! Strappin' in tight, gonna howl at the stars soon! Engines are roarin', guitars out of tune Because we are going back to the Freakin’ Moon! [Verse 2] No more dusty old flags from the Apollo days We're bringin' new chaos in a million new ways Buildin' bases, partyin' hard in low-g Punks on the lunar surface, wild and free [Pre-Chorus] Forget the suits and the corporate plans We'll spray paint the craters with our band Zero gravity mosh pit, floatin' around Pitted Punks takin' over lunar ground [Chorus] We're going back to the Moon! Strappin' in tight, gonna howl at the stars soon! Engines are roarin', guitars out of tune Because we are going back to the Freakin’ Moon! [Bridge – shouted breakdown] Avocado: "One small step? Nah, one giant slam!" Blueberry: "For punk rock kind!" Corn on the Cobb: "We're not just visiting… we're movin' in!" [Final Chorus – faster, gang vocals] We're going back to the Moon! Screamin' our lungs out in the vacuum soon! No rules up there, just us and the tune Because we are going back to the Freakin’ Moon! Back to the Freakin’ Moon! Back to the Freakin’ Moon! Yeah yeah yeah — Pitted Punks on the Moon! [Outro] Avocado! Blueberry! Corn on the Cobb! We're goin' back… to the Freakin’ Moon!
