And if a ship meets your car
You know you can't go real far
Well they could treat you real
nice
Or put a tracking device
Way down inside
I'm checking out
inventions
at the UFO convention tonight
Planes above the Hilton make it
sunny
Brought my money tonight
Blue blond ladies of abduction
strumming guitars of
instruction tonight
A lot of wannabe truckers
Making eyes with starfuckers
tonight
I've got my hands on some sights
Electric glasses with lights
They got
me feeling deluxe
For just a couple of bucks
Way down inside
I'm getting
patterns from a trekker
And it sounds like soul records to me
They're waving hi from some
gazebo
Waving on to Arecibo to me
I'm getting patterns from a trekker
And it sounds
like soul records to me
I'm getting patterns from a trekker
And it sounds like Desmond
Dekker to me
Sleep machine
In your silo
Transmarine
Things you've never
seen
