Aliens

We sail the dark oceans on our ship of souls
But the tiller is spinning out of control
I've been speaking with aliens
They've agreed to abduct everyone but you
So we can start again

There's ice on the masthead there's plague in the hold
But you've gone off looking for your precious black gold
I've been speaking with aliens
And they've agreed to adopt everyone but you
So we can start again

Well come on the aliens
My friends the aliens
Sweet little aliens come on
So we can start again

Even if I was the president
I'm sure iI couldn't make such a mess of it as you
We could start again