Aliens Underground

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