Sweet Alien on Creamy Skis

I was browsing through the videos on YouTube Where the rockstars spend their youth As the rain was falling in May You sent me that letter anyway I read your cosmic address I was sitting full of myself The show was underway But I wasn’t on Are visions real lies on the screen? Dreams can turn into disease I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis Skinny dancers on a slippery hill In the seaside ghetto castaways feel so ill Is there any heaven without tanks to be filled? Is there any heaven without soldiers no fear? I was strolling through the pyramids of my mind Many comments were unkind Tough guys were beating the crew Body hackers will settle on the moon Rappers were dancing on the rails Young punks grew up out of place The show was underway But I wasn’t on Skinny dancers on a slippery hill In the seaside ghetto castaways feel so ill Is there any heaven without tanks to be filled? Is there any heaven without soldiers no fear? Are visions real lies on the screen? Dreams can turn into disease I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis I feel like I’m a sweet alien on creamy skis