Sponge Bath
Not so sure about alien faces
Can't quite figure out what to say
I'd sell my soul to a man in a space suit
If he could tell me how I can be saved
My mom told me that she was a creature
Peel skin back that may be a fright
Still hear stories 'bout scales of a snake I
Think I'd rather not know if it's right

Sunday preachin'
When something is a lie
Sunday dreamin'

Scrape up brains if mind is a blowout
The truth is second to man's decay
First comes love but you can't have the feeling
Without the wonder of how it was made