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