Lyrics: Primitive Radio Gods. White Hot Peach. First Alien Photo.

I am the alien; I've come here to take your son
I'm opening up your chest taking the parts that you won't miss
I've come here to measure life; I've come here to touch your wife
I've come here to float the ball; I've come here to write on your walls
It's all of that; it's all of that and more

It's all of that; it's all of that and more
A needle that's in your eyes is only to analyze

I'm giving you memories, to help you for your new disease

Work that I came for is done, some pictures of us having fun
I'm punching the instruments, certain co-ordinance

It's more of what; you kids have come here for
It's all of that; it's all of that and more
It's more of what; you kids have come here for
It's all of that; it's all of that and more

Submitted by Michael Hack