Hey; there’s something in my bedroom
Hope it’s not those creatures from below
I’ve read so many stories
About them and their glories
But we all know conspiracies are dumb
Most don’t think these things are real
Just suppose they are and at my house
Can’t call the CIA, the FBI, the NSA
The best I can do is get on my knees and pray
And why do they bother me anyway?
They often keep me up all night long
It’s just not right; it’s just plain wrong
Can’t see a clock, can’t see the time
It must be late; I’m still on their dime
I’m not like you creatures
I don’t like you creatures
My dog is watching, my dog is following
Something my eyes can’t see
Then I feel the creature’s eyes on me
I suggest my neighbor’s house instead of mine
But these creatures work their own place and time
I hear a noise and see a bright flash
Before that I heard the saucer craft
They are back again, I wonder why
Perhaps more blood, perhaps a ride
In the saucer craft, it’s nice inside
But we all know conspiracies are dumb
They often keep me up all night long
It’s just not right; it’s just plain wrong
Can’t see a clock, can’t see the time
It must be late; still on their dime
I’m not like you creatures
I don’t like you creatures
Suddenly awoke; paralyzed again
What is it they want this time?
I see them stalking around the room
Take up position, going to make their move
I see I’m weightless and floating now
This can’t be real; must be a dream
But we all know conspiracies are dumb