Through space I shall roam

From the base to my home

In my rocket I soar in a daze

Blastin the asteroid field

I’m trying not to get killed

I’m dodging Mars bars and old Milky Ways

This planet’s stinky

I should call up Enki

And say “What were you thinkin’?

Look at the mess you made!”

Disposable humans that you made from a monkey

This planet has gone to the apes.

Planet X marks the spot! Planet X marks the spot!

So I’m ditchin’ and hitchin’ a ride

I got my Sitchin guide

He’s my [bad word] [bad word] 

To endure three thousand, six hundred years

Is far too long, I’m gone

I ‘m knock, knock, knocking on heaven’s door.

Planet X marks the spot! Planet X marks the spot!

Planet X marks the spot! Planet X marks the spot!

Walk through the gate (Ea)

 [bad word] the creature you made (Ea)

Embrace your disgrace (Ea)

You took your pinches of clay

You made us, raised us in days

And then you threw us away.

And now you’re scouting with Greys

And simply counting the days

Down till you [bad word] back by and blow us away.

And we dance.

Blissful unawareness as we dance.

Planet X marks the spot! Planet X marks the spot! Planet X marks the spot! Planet X marks the spot!

Planet X! Planet X! Planet X! X! X! Planet X!