The Ballad of the
Greys Lyrics
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Please Lord if
I'm abducted, don't let it be the Greys,
the short little
guys with the big black eyes from a galaxy far away;
I've heard the
horror stories, being taken in the dead of night,
laid out on a
table like a Christmas turkey,
I'm afraid I'd
die from fright.
They can paralyse
you with their eyes and levitate you out of bed,
pull you right up
through the ceiling and start messing with your head;
Now if they would
just stop at that I wouldn't mind too much,
but I've heard
they'll probe you up and down and you won't like
where they touch.
The witnesses say
they're a humourous bunch and by that I'm quite
surprised, do
they watch all the reruns of I Love Lucy and
The Best of
Saturday Night Live?
I don't wanna be
a live experiment; father children in a place unknown,
but they'll
splice your genes and make grotesque things;
leave my tadpole
guys alone.
Please Lord if
I'm abducted, don't let it be the greys,
the short little
guys with the big black eyes from a galaxy far away;
I've heard the
horror stories, being taken in the dead of night,
laid out on a
table like a Christmas turkey,
I'm afraid I'd
die from fright.
When Eisenhower
signed the treaty, he never thought they'd stay,
maybe hang around
long enough to mutilate some cattle and they'd
be on their way;
We built them
underground bases and they're feelin' right at home,
like that
Dreamland in Nevada where the antelope and aliens roam.
And Art Bell
knows what's going on, they probably give him rides for free;
for all we know
he's one of them, that's why he's on radio...
and not ...
TV.... (think about it).
Please Lord if
I'm abducted, don't let it be the greys,
the short little
guys with the big black eyes from a galaxy far away;
I've heard the
horror stories, being taken in the dead of night,
laid out on a
table like a Christmas turkey,
I'm afraid I'd
die from fright.
Laid out on a
table like a Christmas turkey, don't let me die tonight
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