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Ah the good old days...
...Idea's came easy,
...Creation came simple,
...My humour was less sophisticated... ;)
My friend shot an alien. Don't ask me what I was hoping to achieve with this song, I have no idea :)
I think I made it last year... or the year before that...
*I* like it, at least :]
Anyways,
Enjoy a small dose of silliness... washed down with a glass of warm milk and biscuits (Oh, and feel free to choose a different drink of your preference)... Consumption is compulsory; choose wisely.
- Aemyn
...Idea's came easy,
...Creation came simple,
...My humour was less sophisticated... ;)
My friend shot an alien. Don't ask me what I was hoping to achieve with this song, I have no idea :)
I think I made it last year... or the year before that...
*I* like it, at least :]
Anyways,
Enjoy a small dose of silliness... washed down with a glass of warm milk and biscuits (Oh, and feel free to choose a different drink of your preference)... Consumption is compulsory; choose wisely.
- Aemyn
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Lyrics
"dude, you just shot the only proof that we've ever found that aliens actually exist..."
"your point being?'
"... i'm not cleaning it up..."
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
I saw that alien and noone believes me
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
He shot it in the head and now it's dead
So's our proof...
He threw it in the bin
Every last bit
Now i'm cleaning up the room
It's full of alien shit.
I think to myself
'What if they come and get me?'
'Oh well, don't worry only time will see'
(if they ever get me)
(if they abduct me)
(if they torture me, for what i did)
My mind is aching
My earth is quaking
Been sleepless for days;
My sane is breaking
Calm i'm faking
Forever waking
This is my fault for taking-
And alien's life
Now i'm full of strife
Lookin' at my reflection
In the back of a butcher-knife
Voices in my head
Everyone must become dead
So when the alien's come
i'll be safe
i'll be safe...
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
I saw that alien and noone believes me
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
He shot it in the head and now it's dead
So's our proof...
"Hey, this is The Lab, turns out it was just a dwarf with a speech impediment..."
"your point being?'
"... i'm not cleaning it up..."
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
I saw that alien and noone believes me
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
He shot it in the head and now it's dead
So's our proof...
He threw it in the bin
Every last bit
Now i'm cleaning up the room
It's full of alien shit.
I think to myself
'What if they come and get me?'
'Oh well, don't worry only time will see'
(if they ever get me)
(if they abduct me)
(if they torture me, for what i did)
My mind is aching
My earth is quaking
Been sleepless for days;
My sane is breaking
Calm i'm faking
Forever waking
This is my fault for taking-
And alien's life
Now i'm full of strife
Lookin' at my reflection
In the back of a butcher-knife
Voices in my head
Everyone must become dead
So when the alien's come
i'll be safe
i'll be safe...
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
I saw that alien and noone believes me
My friend shot an alien and noone believes me
He shot it in the head and now it's dead
So's our proof...
"Hey, this is The Lab, turns out it was just a dwarf with a speech impediment..."
