slowly the thought "there is no one to replace"

came into view and he began to cry

now only boys that love only boys

the perfect picture of a boy/girl age



i'm praying to the aliens

i'm praying to the aliens





grey overcoat and he could be anyone

a random pol' check "do you ever think of women"

they broke him down like a torn old queen

living somewhere between dead and dying



i'm praying to the aliens

i'm praying to the aliens



there are no more do you begin to see

the corner of my eye could give me away

isn't it strange how times change

i can't imagine living any other way



i'm praying to the aliens

i'm praying to the aliens





Gary Numan, "Praying To The Aliens", _R_e_p_l_i_c_a_s (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1979)