Get me outta here, I've had enough of these punks
Vulgar children, lost with no women to love
Oh, and they need a mother
She'll have fingertips that glow when the stars kiss 'em
She'll have green teeth to chomp on religion
Oh, and she'll be a killer of men

I believe
You're gonna come
From the Moon
Soon
To save our skin
I believe you're gonna come
From the Moon