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I am the alien; Ive come here to take your son
Im opening up your chest taking the parts that you wont miss
Ive come here to measure life; Ive come here to touch your wife
Ive come here to float the ball; Ive come here to write on your walls
Its all of that; its all of that and more
Its all of that; its all of that and more
A needle thats in your eyes is only to analyze
Im giving you memories, to help you for your new disease
Im punching the instruments, certain co-ordinance
Work that I came for is done, some pictures of us having fun
Its all of that; its all of that and more
Its more of what; you kids have come here for
Its all of that; its all of that and more
Its more of what; you kids have come here for