Get me outta here, I’ve had enough of these punks Vulgar children, lost with no women to love Oh, and they need a mother She’ll have fingertips that glow when the stars kiss ’em She’ll have green teeth to chomp on religion Oh, and she’ll be a killer of men
I believe You’re gonna come From the moon Soon To save our skin I believe you’re gonna come From the moon
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She’ll sweat lemonade and cough when she moans She’ll have black lungs to suck up testosterone Oh, and I need a savior Like that
I believe You’re gonna come From the moon Soon To save our skin I believe You’re gonna come From the moon Soon to save our skin From the moon Soon to save us… Oh, and I believe You’re gonna come From the moon Soon To save our skin I believe you’re gonna come From the moon Soon to save our skin From the moon Soon to save us…
[spoken word background] Something is wrong! [spoken word background] Something is wrong!
I believe You’re gonna come I believe That you’re gonna come! I believe You’re gonna come From the moon Soon To save our skin From the moon Soon To save our skin From the moon Soon To save us…