i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a face, trying to trace man

it's not rocket science
with the fights, riots, and sights of violence
i'd give my right eye for some silence
i'm finding this place never quiets
no kindness, or signs of subsidence
relying on small minded diets
no compliance, alliance, or guidance
few ever try to defy the tyrants

i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a trace, trying to face man

For where the angels fear to tread
God sends cherubs there instead.
They're held closer to the ear
And whisper there's no need to fear.
Don't be afraid when darkness falls
Just say your prayers, help will be called.
Angels follow the words you say,
That's the reason people pray.