Lyric Parry the Wind High, Low

And if a ship meets your car
You know you can t go real far
Well they could treat you real nice
Or put a tracking device
Way down inside

I m checking out inventions
at the UFO convention tonight
Planes above the Hilton make it sunny
Brought my money tonight
Blue blond ladies of abduction
strumming guitars of instruction tonight
A lot of wannabe truckers
Making eyes with starfuckers tonight

I ve got my hands on some sights
Electric glasses with lights
They got me feeling deluxe
For just a couple of bucks
Way down insideI m getting patterns from a trekker
And it sounds like soul records to me
They re waving hi from some gazebo
Waving on to Arecibo to me
I m getting patterns from a trekker
And it sounds like soul records to me
I m getting patterns from a trekker
And it sounds like Desmond Dekker to me

Sleep machine
In your silo
Transmarine
Things you ve never seen

Parry the wind high, low