Strange being in a distant land
I look up there's a hole in my hand
And it really hurts!

Step down, look at the curse
I'm not – of this earth!

Three knocks at my door
Come in I don't care what for
I need blood can barely breathe
I'll buy your vacuum but you'll never leave cause–
I'll put your head in a milkbottle!

Bend down! Look at the curse!
I'm not of this earth!