S.O.S.

Today is Sunday
Mass and the beach
Sky so blue
There's blood in the news
Flags on Zil Avenue

Back behind the sad
Beautiful South Side
Everything's just fine
Ants that traffic
Without a reason

And from the window
Of these boarding house rooms
I, as a vector
Calmly I try
A transformation

Oh! Oh! Mister!
From the Flying Saucer
Take me with you
Wherever you go
Oh! Oh! Mister!
But don’t leave me here
While I know there are
So many stars out there

I've been praying to
Totems and Jesus
Never looked at the sky
My Flying Saucer beyond

I've been a monkey
On icy Sundays
Colossal Atlantas
That I didn’t know
How to use

And in the messages
That keep coming in
No one, no one can notice
They're too busy
To think

Oh! Oh! Mister!
From the Flying Saucer
Take me with you
Wherever you go
Oh! Oh! Mister!
But don’t leave me here
While I know there are
So many stars out there

While I know there are
So many stars out there!
While I know there are
So many stars out there!