November promises it seems, Of broken February dreams That don't come true until you remember me I don't remember you. Were you the one who liked to sing? Or just some other one. It's strange how hate remains and stays the same and we're always changing. We are driving on the ceiling There are aliens on motorcycles Riding in the radio while we destroy the world; I said, "oh oh - oh no no" The news is read, the future's dead, When Elvis went to Hollywood That's when everything went wrong. So long goodbye, It tastes of wedding cakes and the sound of nursey rhymes The ghosts of Roderick, of Alex Chilten, of Victor Frankenstein the girl you always loved the one you have no memory of It's strange how hate remains to paper over the invasion We are driving on the ceiling There are aliens on motorcycles Hiding in the radio, while we devour the world I said - oh oh, oh no no The future said, the news is dead When Elvis went to Hollywood That's when everything went wrong. The god of Maine proclaims the last evacuation of a dream The gospel screams the sock of movie stars and girly magazines Spacemen too, from somewhere far away You have to say it's strange we prayed in vain, The rockets came and now we're fading. We are hiding on the ceiling There are aliens on motorcycles Riding from the radio, while they destroy the world. I said - oh oh, oh no no The paper said, the King is dead When Elvis went to Hollywood, That's when everything went wrong.