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And no more prophets They've all been replaced politics And they have your people That's why I'm sending you postage
If listening, Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, Him we're on earth and Things are worse than have ever been now Father, it's urgent we You, come down
Hey now, my father And I don't what's out there So many of us are
Hey now, we got people people We live in I'm not talking I ain't got yet
Why we got mouths On Larry King religious doubts While the and Minister fuss Shit, another one the dust
So the yellow, red, and white Send in the dark of night Probably stop, but don't know how That's why Lord, we need you now
If you're Mr. UFO man to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and Things are than they have ever been now Father, it's urgent, we need You, down
People around, if you feel our ride Come on aboard, enough room inside We're high where heaven hides Hope I see you on the other
If listening, Mr. UFO man to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and Things are than they have ever been now Father, it's urgent we need You, down
Why we got intelligent On Larry King religious doubts While the Rabbi and fuss Shit, another one the dust
So the yellow red and white Send missiles in the dark of Probably stop but don't know how why Lord, we really need you now
If listening Mr. UFO man to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and Things are worse than they have ever now Father, it's urgent, we need You, come
People around, if you feel our ride Come on aboard, there's room inside We're flying high where hides Hope I see you on the side