Suburban Space Invader

The Asteroids Galaxy Tour

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    Suburban space invader,
    They suck your soul,
    They'll be messing with your brain.
    Suburban space invader,
    Now you're hot and cold
    And you'll never be the same.

    Hey little girl,
    Look at you
    Sitting alone
    At a table for two
    Just can't wait
    To get away
    Get away
    Every day
    See yourself
    On a silver screen
    Dancing queen
    Just seventeen
    You could do pretty fine in this shagged life
    Life could be divine

    We would do, we would do, we would do for you
    We would do for you over night
    Say aha hey,
    Aha hey.

    Fill your lungs,
    Have no fear,
    Ask youself,
    Why you're here.
    Time's running, they say,,
    Time's running, ooho.

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    Hurry up,
    Don't ever stop,
    No thinking about tomorrow,
    Now hold it, hoooold it.
    Open up your eyes!

    Suburban space invader,
    They suck your soul,
    They'll be messing with your brain.
    Suburban space invader,
    Now you're hot and cold
    And you'll never be the same.

    Hey little boy,
    Where you're at?
    Money, you think
    Got none of that.
    Can't really run,
    But you've got a car.
    It won't get you there,
    But it'll take you far.
    Surf the grid, without a map
    Serious fun turns into crime.
    Silly boy,
    Try your eyes,
    Don't break up the fight.
    It'll do, it'll do, it'll do for you,
    It'll do you for tonight.
    Don't freak out,
    Don't freak out.

    Hey little boy,
    This is it,
    Hello (?)
    And laser kits.
    Push it up, they say,
    Push it up, ooho.
    Get it on,
    'till you break him down.

    'cause when you stop pretending
    Then you lose it,
    Lose it.
    Singing one more time:

    Suburban space invader,
    They suck your soul,
    They'll be messing with your brain.
    Suburban space invader,
    Now you're hot and cold
    And you'll never be the same.

    Suburban space invader,
    They suck your soul,
    They'll be messing with your brain.
    Suburban space invader,
    Now you're hot and cold
    And you'll never be the same.

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    Composición: Mette Lindberg y Lars Iversen

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