Enter scene, a basement
In a time you almost know
They beamed in fresh ideas
And the tape machine, it rolled
The ship was made of foil
Iridescent like my dreams
The message was a broadcast
Golden era MTV
The guitars they were Fenders
The martians were world enders (the kind with death-ray guns)
They weren't much for singers
And their words escape me
While they're ringing through my brain
Like invasion on a government holiday
I was abducted
By an alien ship on a 90s music video set
Safe to say
I actually haven't seen this one quite yet
They're coming down
They're hanging around
Making promises
Only years can keep
Hey man, whatever happened to these guys?