Our mentors whittled down our doors into a pocketable lore
plump with horrors on every single ******* street corner
then peddled 'em back to us as a fashionable decor  

As far as we're concerned there's skrulls loitering
where the road bends and nowhere begins

Neighbors became strangers and our leaders became stronger
so we battened down the hatches and hid our daughters

(For ***** sake, Sarah we don't need sugar
we've got artificial flavoring that taste like the real **** thing)

Blue lights beam up lifes faster than ufos can advance science
and you expect us to take that fabled step outside

Naw, thanks