Red eyes blue gaze, you look like hell today
Step out on parade, you do it so well
Your favourite shirt, those shoes that you bought in Perth
Dumb Hair smart slacks, lets rock at the rails
CHORUS
Ooooh.
Music is crap aliens told me so
Better than that, were gonna let you know
Just listen up, become a receiver
Then lets space out, when youre a believer
Thats what religions for
Music is crap
Think of your friends, then put one on the door
Everythings free, but were still poor
Dont matter what you like, aliens hate it
Pop rock metal shop, they just berate it
And Ive found
They dig the silence, hate the sound
So pick up your telescopes, put your guitars down
Thats what Ive found..
CH
SOLO
CH
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Red eyes blue gaze, you look like hell today
Step out on parade, you do it so well
Your favourite shirt, those shoes that you bought in Perth
Dumb Hair smart slacks, lets rock at the rails
CHORUS
Ooooh.
Music is crap aliens told me so
Better than that, were gonna let you know
Just listen up, become a receiver
Then lets space out, when youre a believer
Thats what religions for
Music is crap
Think of your friends, then put one on the door
Everythings free, but were still poor
Dont matter what you like, aliens hate it
Pop rock metal shop, they just berate it
And Ive found
They dig the silence, hate the sound
So pick up your telescopes, put your guitars down
Thats what Ive found..
CH
SOLO
CH
Step out on parade, you do it so well
Your favourite shirt, those shoes that you bought in Perth
Dumb Hair smart slacks, lets rock at the rails
CHORUS
Ooooh.
Music is crap aliens told me so
Better than that, were gonna let you know
Just listen up, become a receiver
Then lets space out, when youre a believer
Thats what religions for
Music is crap
Think of your friends, then put one on the door
Everythings free, but were still poor
Dont matter what you like, aliens hate it
Pop rock metal shop, they just berate it
And Ive found
They dig the silence, hate the sound
So pick up your telescopes, put your guitars down
Thats what Ive found..
CH
SOLO
CH