I feel like a citizen of nowhere. My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me. Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies. Got witnesses to what the government denies. So I'm headed down to Roswell
the Midas touch. Not your alchemist. Making gold from rust Been down in Roswell. When the Martians came. I sailed to Mandeville. Across Lake Pontchartrain Look Ma no hands. Look Ma ain't life
. Cuz we see things that you need not see. And we be places that you need not be. So go with your life. Forget that Roswell *. Show love to the black suit. Cuz that's the men in. That's the men in