It's on the porch, you could see a lot of lights
Maybe some green eyes
I took them in the back and started up
Experiments on the flying man...
The parachutes were cut and they were dazed
Invasion number one, number one made under those
Angel eyes, will they ever get wise
To what went on?
Filled it all, careful not to let it spill
Brown rice
I could find no trace of an ordinary face
They were just too sly...
Conspiracy, from the top to me
I can make all the ties
All the black boxes they were saved
No-one would find out - out here anyway
And nothing ever goes right round here
'Cos the cops never find out why
And nothing ever goes right round here
As the smoke fills the desert sky