It's not that I don't listen to anybody else My ears are busy with an alien transmission It whispers and it blows in a fuzzy repetition And it's a pleasure to decode it by myself It's not that your words are hollow Bubbles are hollow and it's fun to stare at 'em But the witch you've been hunting's on a trip to another land And now you've any trail to follow And with so much to see and so much to do Why should I spare my spleen and my thoughts with you? There's a world where I'm a farmer and I live well And a time when our lives are safe inside a silent shell It's gonna be hard to get my attention It's focused on a ghost dimension But you can try and I think you should (you better) Hit me for good Hit me again Hit me like a man If I were you I would Take your chance Hit me like a man
