Lyric Disinterred, digested, and debauched

I look out of my window at night
I see the stars and I m filled with fright
I got a feeling someone s looking
It ain t the aliens at the foot of my bed
It s more the ale inside my head
I got a feeling something s cooking
Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey put away that ray, how do you martians say
I love you
I read my comics from front to back
I ll be ready for any attack
I got a feeling someone s looking