Song Description
High energy rocker that is typical of the sound of The Yellow Belts
| Song Length |
3:56 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Punk |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Aggressive |
Subject |
UFOs, Aliens |
| Similar Artists |
The Sex Pistols, Stone Temple Pilots |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Planet of the Apes read the letters on the sign
It was Southland 68 in 1969
Well the tires spit the gravel while I was hiding in the trunk
And the speakers on the post said it?s good to be a punk
Put it on your head and wear it like a hat
Get yourself a dog and walk it like a cat
Yeah sometimes I get confused about the things that really matter
But then I pack it up real tight and the mirror makes it fatter
Light-years away, living in a crater
A signal from the probers, robotic alligator
Said hold on to the torch even when your buried in the sand
And start picking out a spot where you think you?re gonna land
Strip me to the bone and scrape me with a knife
And carve in your initials before you take my life
?Cause all the special-ed detectives won?t know what to do
Unless you give ?em a little something, something like a clue
Bringing it down, all the way down
Crash Landers
They are humongous
Crash Landers
They walk among us
Crash Landers
They?re incognito
Crash Landers
On my libido