Music Made for Mars

Sometimes I wonder why I was put here
Just an advert for high alcohol beer
Stereotype of man with no career
But its not my fault that stars are not noticed here

It takes a million pound to make a star
Gruff vocal chords and out of tune guitars
Can write good songs but will never breach the charts
Well its not may fault I'm music made for mars

I've an idea, record it in a rush
Is it just me, or does tape hiss so lush?
Hand an advance and I'd suffer a hot flush
Well its not my fault that no-one likes me much