The truth is out there for the social skill-less on top of the nerd list, who got beamed up to the pocket protected alien craze, panning out to be way more fun than last months wild and crazy battletech phaze. You dorks! You got the green wet dream sickness and I think you fucking suck. Got your sleeveless jeans jacket on every day that proudly displays your "I believe" backpatch stitched over the old one with the toilet that read "metal up your ass", and it's so fukengruven to know that 17 different alien stickers adorn each of your cars windows, driving home in style to go surf the net all night awaiting the next signal for your ticket to ride out of this place but your brain's the only thing floating in outer space. I got all the fucking answers, just ask me 'cause theres no signs of intelligent life forms here and that aint no conspiracy.
Lyrics submitted by xJoeBoothx