The Year We Make Contact In Uranus
By Erich Meatleg
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-year-we-make-contact-in/id392025917
Lyrics:
Rolling down a highway
on a lonely rural night,
I was blinded by a beam of light
and sucked into the sky.
Pulled into a craft above
and dropped upon its floor,
I raised my head in fear
to my shiny, metal captors!
In wide-eyed fear I screamed
as I was pleading for my life.
I asked them to identify
intentions and the like and they said:
“We are the Robutts.
We came to harvest slaves:
The anaerobic animals
that live inside your enclaves!”
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
BOW DOWN FOR THE ANAL PROBE!
IN SPACE, NO ONE CAN SAVE YOUR HIDE!!
BOW DOWN FOR THE ANAL PROBE!
YOU CANT CLOSE THE BROWN EYE!!!
In a bid to save my dignity I
made a last request:
I beseeched the tiny Robutts
for a grander audience.
I said, “I want to see your leader!”
The Robutts looked perplexed!
They warned me as they summoned it:
“You know not what you assk!”
A siren blared immensley
and a door slid open wide.
A tall, translucent one-eyed beast
slithered to the light.
I begged for liberation
unmolested from inside!
A gaping maw of crooked spires
opened to reply:
It said.. it said.. this is what it said:
(THE BEAST, RANTING)
(What the…?)
I didn’t understand a single word of that,
(What is he talking about?)
but found out exactly what IT meant:
BOW DOWN FOR THE ANAL PROBE!
THERE ARE NO SEAT BELTS FOR THIS RIDE!!
BOW DOWN FOR THE ANAL PROBE!
PREPARE TO BE ANALYZED!!!
I plummeted to Earth again
when my hard night was through…
I wondered why my life was spared
after I’d been so used…
The Robutts transmitted
as they sped out of sight:
“Next collection: Tomorrow Night!”
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
BOW DOWN FOR THE ANAL PROBE!
YOU BET YOUR ASS, YOU CANNOT WIN!!
BOW DOWN FOR THE ANAL PROBE!
THE ROBUTTS GET YOU IN THE END!!!
Robutts:
“Do not struggle.
Resistance is futile.”
©Erich Meatleg 2010
