| Well haven't you heard the news from outer space? | |
| It seems that somewhere in the ancient dunes. | |
| Of silver moons, like giant spoons lie dusty tombs. | |
| Of Martian men in U-boat pens... And they will come to kill us all. | |
| 'Cause our plastic factories and our catastrophic theories. | |
| Are all we have / we live our lives from paper bags. | |
| And I know better than you know - I'll kill you 'cause you drive too slow! | |
| Aggressive instincts will do us in, yeah... | |
| Just give us the chance for us to prove it ourselves. | |
| Don't you know that all machines sink? Do you know they sing as they think? | |
| Although their bodies are electric... Don't you know that all machines sink? | |
| Don't you know that all machines sink? Do you know they sing as they think? | |
| Although their bodies are electric... | |
| Don't you know that all machines sink? Yeah... | |
| We are waiting for you here... We are waiting for you here... | |
| We are waiting for you here... | |
| So we laid back and we watched space revolve. The bodies of astronauts long cold. | |
| Blinking like lonely satellites... Where we left vapour trails through cotton skies - | |
| Come on, let's scratch the heavens one last time! | |
| 'Cause we're all sinking in the sunshine, though you'd love to stay. | |
| Well, you said you must be on your way to where the rainbows and UFOs. | |
| Fall ten at a time. In a shower of glitter and gold... | |
| We'll all be waiting for you here... |