Music Is Crap

Red eyes blue gaze, you look like hell today
Step out on parade, you do it so well
Your favourite shirt, those shoes that you bought in Perth
Dumb Hair smart slacks, that’s rock apparel
(Ahhhhhh)
Music is crap aliens told me so
Better than that, were gonna let you know
Just listen up, become a receiver
And then space out, when you’re a believer
That’s what religion’s for
Music is crap
Think of your friends, then put one on the door
Everythings free, but were still poor
Don’t matter what you like, aliens hate it
Rock, pop, metal, shop, they just berate it
And I’ve found
They dig the silence, hate the sound
So pick up your telescopes, put your guitars down
That’s what I’ve found.