Six-lane highway running up to my back door
But it won‘t take me where I want to be
I took the I-95 down to the Pensacola
All I found was a bunch of holyrollers
They don‘t know nothing ‘bout saving me
Chorus:
I swear they‘re out there, I swear
I swear they‘re out there, I swear
I swear they‘re out there, swear
Maybe angels
Maybe angels
Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere
My bag‘s all packed in case they ever come for me
God a hundred stories and tabloid lies
Got witnesses to what the goverment denies
So I‘m headed down to Roswell to wait and see
Chorus
Oh what a mistery
Oh I believe, I believe, I could leave
My sister she says she knows Elvis
She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personaly
Well, I‘m too wise to believe my eyes
‘Cos all I‘ve seen just terrifies me
But I believe they‘re coming back for me
Chorus
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