The Martian lyrics
by Bo Burnham
One of them Martians came round the house last night.
Talking in code or some sh*t.
Weird f*cking things they are.
He rambled for a good ten minutes.
Didn’t listen. Kept staring at his brain
through that tacky glass head of his.
I could see his thoughts form. I could see
them scramble around like ants on hot pavement.
Dumb and flightless, that’s what they are.
He eventually left. Haven’t thought of him since.