We sail the dark oceans on our ship of souls but the tiller is spinning out of control I've been speaking with aliens, they've agreed to abduct everyone but you So we can start again

 

There's ice on the masthead there's plague in the hold but you've gone off looking for your precious black gold I've been speaking with aliens and they've agreed to adopt everyone but you So we can start again

 

Well come on the aliens, my friends the aliens, sweet little aliens come on So we can start again

 

Even if i was the president I'm sure i couldn't make such a mess of it as you We could start again