Built my home on a hot spot
Like a beacon from out there
They crash out back
I melt the wreckage
And look for the softest dirt
Seems every day I’m burying aliens underground
Spend my weekends burying aliens underground
The sky is no longer my friend
No city lights and pollution
It’s like an invitation
For flying saucers to smash around
These little creatures don’t look like me
They can’t breathe my air
They just scream and die
Seems every day I’m burying aliens underground
Spend my weekends burying aliens underground
Seems every day I’m burying aliens underground
Spend my weekends burying aliens underground
And the heart of the problem
Is not my inconvenience
Not at all it counts as cardio
The problem is I still don’t believe
Burying aliens underground
Burying aliens underground
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Vocals