Sunday, November 16, 2014


Aliens delaying
Messages they should be relaying
Through crop circles and miracles
While we're in turmoil
Those spoils of oil
We're all in a whole lotta of trouble
It'll all soon be in rumble
With those spaceship lasers
They'll bake us to dust and phase us
We should all just dance
Cause we stand no chance
They'll just put us all in a trance
Probes will makes us have cramps
As we shit our pants

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