Copyright 1995 Paul M. Elliott

--- verse
Come with me, We're going to see
our little desert friends.
They've here to stay, out Nevada way,
down by the blowing sands.

Drive through the gate, we can't be late,
They've come such a long, long way.
Out by the back, are the men in black.
We've got so much to say.

--- refrain
They'll pull you in.
Won't know where you've been.
You can't move or scream.
They won't say a thing.
They've got mind control.
They'll burn your soul.
 
--- instrumental verse

--- verse
Don't be afraid, they're here to trade.
Maybe you've seen them as they flash by.
They come at night, don't like the light,
because they are so shy.

Friends from afar, they come from the stars,
they're here to lend a hand.
They'll show us things, we won't need wings,
All part of the cosmic plan.
 
--- refrain
They'll pull you in.
Won't know where you've been.
You can't move or scream.
They won't say a thing.
They've got mind control.
They'll burn your soul.

[ fade out on "soul" ]