It's not that I don't listen to anybody else
My ears are busy with an alien transmission
It whispers and it blows in a fuzzy repetition
And it's a pleasure to decode it by myself
It's not that your words are hollow
Bubbles are hollow and it's fun to stare at 'em
But the witch you've been hunting's on a trip to another land
And now you've any trail to follow
And with so much to see and so much to do
Why should I spare my spleen and my thoughts with you?
There's a world where I'm a farmer and I live well
And a time when our lives are safe inside a silent shell
It's gonna be hard to get my attention
It's focused on a ghost dimension
But you can try and I think you should
(you better)
Hit me for good
Hit me again
Hit me like a man
If I were you I would
Take your chance
Hit me like a man