(Verse 1) July of forty-seven, the desert’s still burning hot, Roswell, New Mexico, where the lies tied the knot. The public information officer gets a phone call: "We've got a flying disc," the news is told to all! Thin metallic paper, impossible to break, strange markings on the alloy that no one can make. Meeting at seven-thirty, the Pentagon is scared, we need to shift the focus, a dark cover story prepared! (Pre-Chorus) The phone lines are burning, jammed all around, "Run home and hide out," is the order we found! The weather balloon is a farce made to shut every mouth, but the truth is a bullet heading straight south. (Chorus) Shout it to the people, open up your eyes! It’s not a stray swamp gas, it’s not old debris size! In Building 84 an egg-shaped craft rests, something from another galaxy now puts us to the test! Bodies under a canvas tarp, heads larger than normal, the government lied while keeping it formal! (Verse 2) Hangar B-3, armed guards both inside and out, shining metallic, no windows, no engine about. And from a distance you can spot silhouettes beneath the sheets, four feet in height, shattering all our beliefs. It wasn't a radar kite, it wasn't tinfoil sheet, swapping out the wreckage was a devilish feat! They cleared out the sites, came back months later, to erase all the traces behind the state's crater. (Pre-Chorus) The affidavit sworn in two thousand before a notary, who saw it firsthand won't hide history. No money paid, just the power of the true, to wash away the mud from a heavy sky of blue. (Chorus) Shout it to the people, open up your eyes! It’s not a stray swamp gas, it’s not old debris size! In Building 84 an egg-shaped craft rests, something from another galaxy now puts us to the test! Bodies under a canvas tarp, heads larger than normal, the government lied while keeping it formal! (Bridge) Secret maps, locked rooms, the growing rage, they swapped out the fragments to hide the final stage. But the documents speak, black on white in the wind, the ship and its crew came from where the stars begin! (Guitar Solo) (Final Chorus) Shout it to the people, open up your eyes! It’s not a stray swamp gas, it’s not old debris size! In Building 84 an egg-shaped craft rests, something from another galaxy now puts us to the test! Bodies under a canvas tarp, heads larger than normal, the curtain has fallen, no more fear to appall! (Outro) Witnesses from another world... Under the sky of Roswell... The truth can't stay buried. Never again.
