(m&l - weikath/deris)



There he's sitting in his cockpit

Out on guard, ten thousand miles from home

Lookin' through his little window

Earth appears as god's blue magic dome



Just a little bit disturbing

Are those coloured spaceships

Closing in



Star invasion

From behind the sun

Destination

Straight into his face



Seven years they taugh and told him

What to do and how to act right now

He would have to push a button

In his panic he just don't know how

Seems like there's no red alert no more

And so that squirrel wasn't there before



Star invasion

From behind the sun

Complication

Say what can be done?



Near to a thousand-eight squirrels beam aboard and say hello

Puke and shit his control board, dematerialize and steer their ships

Away from earth



Star invasion

Praise the lord they're gone

Mere pollution

Cleaning up's no fun

Star invasion

First touch with a different kind

Ausser spesen nix gewesen iiii


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