slowly the thought "there is no one to replace"
came into view and he began to cry
now only boys that love only boys
the perfect picture of a boy/girl age
i'm praying to the aliens
i'm praying to the aliens

grey overcoat and he could be anyone
a random pol' check "do you ever think of women"
they broke him down like a torn old queen
living somewhere between dead and dying
i'm praying to the aliens
i'm praying to the aliens
there are no more do you begin to see
the corner of my eye could give me away
isn't it strange how times change
i can't imagine living any other way
i'm praying to the aliens
i'm praying to the aliens

Gary Numan, "Praying To The Aliens", _R_e_p_l_i_c_a_s (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1979)