Alien Times (Derrick & the Reprobates song cover)

One earthling flows on alien streets, Faces pass by but nobody meets, shaking out change from a mayonnaise jar, Inflation eats and grows to far, Taxman knocking with an open hand, Paper castles built on sinking sand, Money for roads go to bomb some place, Hiding health care we can't embrace, I'm a stray chord in a silent song, Tuned into static, then the sound is gone, Connected to the grid, but lost in the space, This world's so weird, what is this place? Scrolling through faces to feel alone, Digitized laughter through a microphone, Worried about that shady last link, Scammers text me, ask what i think, Late night snack and a glowing screen, Watch politicians plot an upending scene, Grown ass folks slap each others' face, No money for poor, only outer-space, Looking around at the weirdness complete, Some vote with hands, some vote with feet, Stranger days were never had, This alien land just makes me sad, I'm a stray chord in a silent song, Tuned into static, then the sound is gone, Connected to the grid, but lost in the space, This world's so weird, what is this place? Maybe someday we'll brake this trance, Lead ourselves to a humanistic stance, Looking around at what's complete, Some vote with hands, some vote with feet, I'm a stray chord in a silent song, Tuned into static, then the sound is gone, Connected to the grid, but lost in the space, This world's so weird, what is this place? Scrolling through faces to feel alone, Digitized laughter through a microphone, Worried about that shady last link, Scammers text me, ask what i think, Late night snack and a glowing screen, Watch politicians plot an upending scene, Grown ass folks slap each others' face, No money for poor, only outer-space, Looking around at the weirdness complete, Some vote with hands, some vote with feet, Stranger days were never had, This alien land just makes me sad, I'm a stray chord in a silent song, Tuned into static, then the sound is gone, Connected to the grid, but lost in the space, This world's so weird, what is this place? Maybe someday we'll brake this trance, Lead ourselves to a humanistic stance, Looking around at what's complete, Some vote with hands, some vote with feet, Lead ourselves to a humanistic stance, Looking around at what's complete, Some vote with hands, some vote with feet. --------------------------------------------------- Written by: Reid D. @ Relatable Rhythms Persona: Derrick & the Reprobates by: Reid D Music by: S U N O A I (V3.5) © 2024 Relatable Rhythms Please the song a thumbs up and follow me at: https://suno.com/@relatablerhythms https://www.youtube.com/@Relatable_Rhythms https://www.patreon.com/c/RelatableRhythms