At first it was innocent we had a job to do
Found ourselves lost in the forest in Peru
Pilot took a shaman and too much magic vine
Plotter fed his fetish
I just sat back bide my time
To see whats in your earth to find
My doodles you call Nasca lines

We’ve seen all your Hitler’s
Black blues sung by white
Mr Money Bags sells your freedom 
Just ‘cos he feels like a fight

And now we take those humans to the alien underground
Sell what is needed and then put them back where they were found
Cashed up alien junkies speed dial us time to time
No dick virgin K9 droids
Use our service when they’re on heat
Check our prices, wont be beat
We got humans and we’ve got the m cheap

We’ve seen all your Hitler’s
Black blues sung by white
Cane toads elude a nation
When will you you humans get it right

Scribe: Help me I’ve got something caught in my throat.
Pilot: Another wasabi tube? man you gotta slow down on that stuff

We’ve seen all your Hitler’s
Black blues sung by white
Mr Money Bags sells your freedom 
Just ‘cos he feels like a fight

We’ve seen all your Hitler’s
Black blues sung by white
Cane toads elude a nation
When will you you humans get it right ?