Six-lane highway running up to my back door But it wont take me where I want to be I took the I-95 down to Pensacola All I found was a bunch of holyrollers The dont know nothing about saving me
I swear theyre out there, I swear, I swear theyre out there, I swear, I swear theyre out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels
Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere My bags all packed in case they ever come for me Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies Got witnesses to what the government denies So Im headed down to Roswell to wait and see
Oh what a mystery Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave
My sister, she says she knows Elvis She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally Well, but Im too wise to believe my eyes Cause all Ive seen just terrifies me But I believe theyre coming back for me
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