Months and months of back-to-school ads
We've got shit to do in August
I don't care if you've got shit planned
I plan on being abducted

Or maybe you could come to me
But watch out for the spider bees
If we decide to box the porch
And talk how much we hate the Earth

They were in the woods
Behind your parents' house
We were half-asleep
Some crazy shit went down
I saw the stars align
The boys are right on time
I think I saw a light
But it broke my line of sight