Sunday morning, and the pews are filled
With friends of mine, yeah, friends of mine
And, for the first time, I look around
I realize, I realize...
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
I used to wonder why they act so strange
Now I know, yeah, now I know
I heard the preachers say this world we're in
Is not our home, it's not our home
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
My closest friends are aliens and strangers
Travelers here, living with danger
They're all pilgrims just pa**ing through
Heroes away from their homeland
And, since I've discovered the truth
I look at my friends and I can't help but think that...
All of my friends, they're aliens
Just pa**ing through, yeah, they're aliens
My closest friends, yeah, they're aliens
My closest friends, oh, they're aliens
Just pa**ing through, just pa**ing through
Just pa**ing through, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah