Aliens

Some time ago we came to bring some presents
You look upside but we walk down your feet
The born of God confused you were created
We move the threads and make life and dreams

Oh, oh, it's on fire
Turn me off
I'm an alien
Turn me on

The cash, the cars so fast to enjoy gentle
Smell of power in your little minds
While we control natural disasters
But you can play with building little houses

Oh, oh, it's on fire
Turn me off
I'm an alien
Turn me on

The cash, the cars so fast to enjoy the tender
And feel of power in your little minds
While we control the Wall Street disasters
But you can play destroying little houses

Oh, oh, it's on fire
Turn me off
I'm an alien
Turn me on

Yeah!



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Bjorn Gibson, Henri C G Han Kooreneef
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