It's like a second level!
We aren't special beneath our blue dome
And it turns out, we're far from alone, the
Earth is a pit stop in the middle of the known
Looting is normal once E.T. phones home
And not just one type, there are all kinds
Some look like us, some have no spines
Some are cold-blooded, scaly reptiles
Some are short, child-like and mostly eyes
All have agendas, all look freakish
It's important to remember - they all have a weakness, and
Although they do their best to keep it secret, the
Weak links lie with the humans they choose to be with
Can you guess? Not you or me chica, it's
Those in control of the party, y tu vida
Tell everyone, la familia amigas, it's
Those people, we should be screaming, La migra!
It's like a second level!
Is it worth making such a fine fuss
Just cuz they were faking being kind once?
Is it odd to pledge their undying love
Not to us, but to some bloodline lust?
Nothing wrong with being a race trader
Unless you think it makes your race greater
Not like a mutant or a Caped Crusader, they're
Half Earthling half space invader, it's
One thing if they're gonna be transparent
It's another to split up the Earth and not share it
Watch 'em, if the shoe fits they'll wear it
Walking on air like they know they're The Heir Apparent
They daren't, if we keep 'em from landin
Make 'em swim back upstream like salmon, we're
Late to a game Millennia in the planning, we'll
Need special glasses to catch 'em infared handed
