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, let’s rock at the rails      CHORUS   Ooooh….   Music is crap aliens told me so   Better than that, we’re gonna let you know   Just listen up, become a receiver   Then let’s space out, when you’re a believer   That’s what religions for   Music is crap      Think of your friends, then put one on the door   Everything’s free, but we’re still poor      Don’t matter what you like, aliens hate it   Pop rock 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..      CH   SOLO   CH