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The aliens came down The aliens came down and outside the window They were giving powers to set heads on fire To set heads on fire To set heads on fire A privilege sought by boys with lies it seemed the perfect afterthought Paint brush in hand Savage a nation with chaos But the machinery was too sound in the circuits Then the key of the game Then the key of the game was deceiving and weaving They all ran away They all ran away They all ran away through the many corridors Of concreted blood soaked fame Blame it on the boysBlame it on the boysPaint brush in hand Savage a nation with chaos But the machinery was too sound in the circuits Aus Songtexte Mania