well i was drivin' late at night in the backwoods upstate slammin' down a beer as the radio played the next thing i knew the ol' truck had gone dead i heard a roar of thunder, a light up ahead and there all around me were little green men dressed up like doctors with the wickedest grins
psycho creatures from outer space dressed in white with needles and blades well it gives your body hives they'll drill into your brain to corrupt your mind your under their command well they'll send you straight to hell bring you back again
well they put me in a room and they drugged me to sleep i woke up on a table with 'em cuttin on me sawin' on my chest and a drill to the head i know this aint a dream the blood is so red i taste it in my mouth and it pours from my head they dig through my organs and take pieces of hell
psycho creatures from outer space dressed in white with needles and blades well it gives your body hives they'll drill into your brain to corrupt your mind your under their command well they'll send you straight to hell bring you back again
foaming at the mouth i'm bleeding from my eyes i'm shaking all around i only want to die it started way up here way out in outer space i know this is the end i'm trapped here in this place well psycho creatures from outer space blood tapped me and test my brain tear me up with needles and blades stitch me back together again
i took a scalpel to my wrist now i'm fading away i stole it from the table where the instruments lay experiments of torture and my body is drained it's the only way out of the laboratory and when they come back down to take me away they'll find me all bloody with a smile on my face
psycho creatures from outer space dressed in white with needles and blades well it gives your body hives well they drill into your brain to corrupt your mind your under their command they'll send you straight to hell bring you back again
foaming at the mouth i'm bleeding from my eyes i'm shaking all around i only want to die it started way up here way out in outer space i know this is the end i'm trapped here in this place well psycho creatures from outer space blood tapped me and test my brain tear me up with needles and blades stitch me back together againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
