Bad kid, messin' with smart kid. What do you got? Looks like trouble. Easy on the oneside. The other's a wise ride. Seems to be confusion. . Walk to the right.
Thirty two saucers, over the land. Should we catch them? Or should we let them land. . Will they be friendly?. Will they be foe?. Who's gonna help us?.
I feel the pull and the rush of the gravity. Don't let me down, give me space, it don't worry me. I take a look, I believe I'm doing fine. Beside the fork in the road.
Just like unemotional bird. I'm flying low, and I hear every word. Holy father won't you look down on me. I'm here on in the gallery. . Ooh ooh. Admission I was feeling so low.