Suburban space invader, They suck your soul, They'll be messing with your brain. Suburban space invader, Now you're hot and cold And you'll never be the same.
Hey little girl, Look at you Sitting alone And tea for two Just can't wait To get away Get away Every day Sell your self On a silver screen Dancing queen Just seventeen You could do pretty fine shine____ Life coud be divine
We would do, we would do, we would do for you We would do for you over night Say aha hey, Aha hey.
Fill your lungs, Have no fear, Ask youself, Why you're here. Time's running, They say, Time's running, ooho.
Hurry up, Don't ever stop, No thinking about tomorrow, Now hold it, hoooold it. (upbeat:) open up your eyes!
Suburban space invader, They suck your soul, They'll be messing with your brain. Suburban space invader, Now you're hot and cold And you'll never be the same.
Hey little boy, Where you're at? Money... Got non of that. Can't really run, But you've got a car. It won't get you there, But it'll take you fare. Get on the grid, without a map (?) Serious fun turns into crime. Silly boy, Try your eyes, Don't take out the fight. It'll do, it'll do, it'll do for you, It'll do you for tonight Don't freak out, Don't freak out.
Hello boy, This is it, colour hats And laser kits. Push it up, they say, Push it up, ooho. Get it on, 'till you break it down.
.......... Stop pretend and you lose it, Lose it. Singing one more time:
Suburban space invader, They suck your soul, They'll be messing with your brain. Suburban space invader, Now you're hot and cold And you'll never be the same.
Suburban space invader, They suck your soul, They'll be messing with your brain. Suburban space invader, Now you're hot and cold And you'll never be the same.
Compositores: Mette Lindeberg Pedersen (Mette Lindberg), Lars Iversen ECAD: Obra #18911417 Fonograma #12351733