Skells Songtext
von Crime in Stereo

Man is wolf to man, spent artificial winter in
Sleeper cell, sleeping in the car
I′m not yet quite myself, tripping off the continental shelf
The mothership occultists at the door
We're taking off

(Come on, we′re coming home)
The worst place in the world

(Come on, we're coming home)
The worst place in the world


Survive crash landing, you limp away laughing
The universe conspires, turns out like you planned it
Get your Westboro Baptist Federation of Planets
Scumbags, you can have it
I hope you crash the goddamn wholе thing into the sun

All the tides in motion until thе mountains are molten
Until the Nassau Coliseum is at the bottom of the ocean
Sailing on, your Westboro Baptist generation of fascists
Scumbags, you can have it
I hope you crash the goddamn planet into the sun

The worst place in the world
The worst place in the world
(Come on, we're coming home)
The worst place in the world
(Come on, we′re coming home)