The Numanoid Channel

Slowly the thought

'There is no one to replace'

Came into view

And he began to cry

Now only boys

That love only boys

The perfect picture

Of a boy/girl age

I'm praying to the aliens

I'm praying to the aliens

Grey overcoat

And he could be anyone

A random pol' check

'Do you ever think of women'?

They broke him down

Into a torn old queen

Living somewhere between

Dead and dying

I'm praying to the aliens

I'm praying to the aliens

There are no more

Do you begin to see?

The corner of my eye

Could give me away

Isn't it strange

How times change

I can't imagine

Living any other way

I'm praying to the aliens

I'm praying to the aliens...

(P) 1979 Beggars Banquet

Praying To The Aliens