I am the alien; I’ve come here to take your son

I’m opening up your chest taking the parts that you won’t miss

I’ve come here to measure life; I’ve come here to touch your wife

I’ve come here to float the ball; I’ve come here to write on your walls



It’s all of that; it’s all of that and more

It’s all of that; it’s all of that and more



A needle that’s in your eyes is only to analyze

I’m giving you memories, to help you for your new disease

I’m punching the instruments, certain co-ordinance

Work that I came for is done, some pictures of us having fun



It’s all of that; it’s all of that and more

It’s more of what; you kids have come here for

It’s all of that; it’s all of that and more

It’s more of what; you kids have come here for





Submitted by Michael Hack