Roastwell 47 Lyrics

It all started with a few six packs
This idea stopped us in our tracks
A mistake at the lake
To the site we went
Dust in our trail
What's at stake
It's our fate

How could we know what was to be next?
Captured by aliens by the scruff of our necks

We didn't make it past the first guard at the gate
Before they grabbed us and stuffed us in a crate
A white light shone on us and we began to rise
In only seconds we were up in the skies

We should have never come here
We were promised alien cheeks but there are none
There are none
I don't know what we thought would happen
But it certainly was not this
To be forced to eat this alien food
When it all tastes like piss

It's been days now and our regret endures
We're held as prisoners by these amateur cooks
Concoctions of strange liquid shoved right down our throats
I wished I'd stayed home - that last one tastes like goat!