Built my home on a hot spot
Like a beacon from out there
They crash out back
I melt the wreckage
And look for the softest dirt

Seems every day I’m burying aliens underground
Spend my weekends burying aliens underground

The sky is no longer my friend
No city lights and pollution
It’s like an invitation
For flying saucers to smash around

These little creatures don’t look like me
They can’t breathe my air
They just scream and die

Seems every day I’m burying aliens underground
Spend my weekends burying aliens underground

Seems every day I’m burying aliens underground
Spend my weekends burying aliens underground

And the heart of the problem
Is not my inconvenience
Not at all it counts as cardio
The problem is I still don’t believe

Burying aliens underground
Burying aliens underground

Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Vocals