Here come the man from the stars. We don't know why he go so far. And keep on marching along. Beatin' his drum. Clubs and sticks and bats and balls. For nuclear dicks with dialect drawls.
Do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do. . I was on 45th. I was half out of the bag. Yeah, I knew that you saw me. You laughed when I looked back.
I got nothing. You got something. I feel out of place. Looking through your window. Into the delicate place. Reflections stating obvious mating holds.
Here we go down a long dark road. Same place where we used to go. And the words get stuck on the tip of my tongue. Feeling cut off from everyone, oh. .