Pods And Gods

Nofx Pods And Gods Lyrics
1.Pods And Gods

Martian men are coming to earth.
They're abducting all of the jerks,
Martian men are coming to earth.
Martian men don't take me.

Pods are landing from outer space.
Pods are duplicating my face.
Pods are landing from outer space.
Pods they leave me alone.

I don't know what conventions you go to.
I don't know what movies you've seen.
I don't wanna hear explanations of unexplainable things.

It's not that I don't belive in aliens.
It's just I really don care.
I wouldn't mind some interplanetary friends,
until they come on hangin in my hemisphere.

Holy Ghost is coming to earth,
Saving souls of all of the jerks.
The Holy Ghost is coming to earth.
Savior men don't take me.

The number one son is flipping the tab.
Paying for sins and under your hat.
The number one son is flipping the bill.
Let me chip in for the tip.

I dont understand why you beg for forgiveness.
Just before you do it again.
Is it moral-juristic towards you.
Or actually help from a man?

It not that I don't belive in Jesus Christ.
It just I care about other things.
The world could certainly use some miracles,
Until then I'll put my faith in human being.


2.What's The Matter With Parents Today?

Mom and dad
How'd you get so rad?
When exactly did you get so hip?

Wearing teenage clothes
You're always coming to my shows
And telling me that I should mellow out

It's absurd
They're singing every word
You're not supposed to like my band
Things I like you don't understand

So please put down that rum and Coke
That's not behaviour for old folk
Can we just hang on holidays
Dad and mom
What planet are you from?
And what convinced you to pack up and leave
Doing drugs
And asking me for hugs
What's the matter with parents today?

Not again
When will it end?
Dad's dressing like Motley Crue
And why is moms hair dyed bright blue?

And stayin' out till 2 or 3
Then having sex publicly
I thought the apple fell far from the tree

Mom and dad, I think you ought
To quit smoking so much pot
And hanging with my friends

Laying round, on the couch
With my Misfits records out
Softly banging your head

Maybe its just a passing phase
What's the matter with my parents these days?