Six-lane highway running up to my back door But it won't take me where I want to be I took the i-95 down to pensacola All I found was a bunch of holyrollers The don't know nothing 'bout saving me
[chorus] I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels
Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies Got witnesses to what the goverment denies So I'm headed down to roswell to wait and see
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Oh what a mystery Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave
My sister, she says she knows elvis She knows jesus, john lennon, and cobain personally Well, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes Cause all I've seen just terrifies me But I believe they're coming back for me
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