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, let's rock at the rails
CHORUS Ooooh…. Music is crap aliens told me so Better than that, we're gonna let you know Just listen up, become a receiver Then let's space out, when you're a believer That's what religions for Music is crap
Think of your friends, then put one on the door Everything's free, but we're still poor
Don't matter what you like, aliens hate it Pop rock metal shop, they just berate it And I've found They dig the silence, hate the sound So pick up your telescopes, put your guitars down That's what I've found..
