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Troubleminded
Aliens
Text: Carl-Fredrik Jensen Musik: Carl-Fredrik Jensen
Judy, where are you going with that man? he looks a little
weird. A milkyway-medalion he lures with and he laughs like Richard
Gere, "haa haa, I hear. Don`t walk towards him, hey
come back!!! you`re like in a trance or something bad. Judy,
look out his eyes don`t show the trouble that you`re in, the
state you`ll soon be in, Junior-Gere-like babyscreams within.
They`re the troubleminded aliens, they`re nobodys to everybody
but hey they don`t care. They`re the troubleminded aliens, they`re
nobodys to everybody and nothing they fear, no nothing, nothing
they fear.
A sissyfied and cranky world they want for troubles to be gone
and tinfoil suits to be born in, Judy can you see them others
next to him? they look a little slim, too slim to be one of us.
Walk slowly over here, they know that I just managed to
spoil they`re show. Look now they`re eyes they seem to glow,
oh I wont let you go, they wont have they`re show, we`ll laugh
even more cause now we know...
They`re the troubleminded aliens, they`re nobodys to everybody
and nothing they fear. They`re the troubleminded aliens, they`re
nobodys to everybody and nothing they fear, no nothing, nothing
they fear.
Troubleminded, troubleminded, troubleminded aliens.... |
