Alien (Unplugged) Your Favorite Martian
"Alien (Unplugged)" by Your Favorite Martian, released in 2011, is a #Pop song that explores themes of isolation, longing for connection, and the feeling of being an outsider. The acoustic arrangement emphasizes vulnerability, while the lyrics convey a relatable search for acceptance. The song resonates with fans, highlighting the struggles of identity in a humorous yet poignant way.
[Chorus: Benatar]
Planet Earth, I need a friend
‘Cause I’m on the outside looking in
I’m an Alien
I’m just an Alien
Feeling lost but never found
‘Til I found myself being pushed around
I’m an alien
Yes, I’m an alien
[Verse 1: Puff Puff]
Have you ever felt left out of the group, excluded?
Given the boot when you knew you should have been a shoe-in, like
Some ancient Druid was pursuant to ruin your life
With a curse but worse, he brought his whole damn crew in
And now it’s high noon and you’re a target to shoot at
This school’s a battlefield, no wonder you’re truant
They always look at you and they boo at what you’re doing
And you go off like a bomb at the Olympics in Munich
Nah, you’re just an extraterrestrial
Less than respectable
You’ll never get to get the girl
You’re just a jester at the festival
I guess it’s acceptable
To peg your head with vegetables
And kick you in the testicles
And best of all let you know that you’re a filthy dog
And you’ll never be best in show
So why the abuse?
‘Cause all a bully needs is another excuse
Planet Earth, I need a friend
‘Cause I’m on the outside looking in
I’m an Alien
I’m just an Alien
Feeling lost but never found
‘Til I found myself being pushed around
I’m an alien
Yes, I’m an alien
[Verse 1: Puff Puff]
Have you ever felt left out of the group, excluded?
Given the boot when you knew you should have been a shoe-in, like
Some ancient Druid was pursuant to ruin your life
With a curse but worse, he brought his whole damn crew in
And now it’s high noon and you’re a target to shoot at
This school’s a battlefield, no wonder you’re truant
They always look at you and they boo at what you’re doing
And you go off like a bomb at the Olympics in Munich
Nah, you’re just an extraterrestrial
Less than respectable
You’ll never get to get the girl
You’re just a jester at the festival
I guess it’s acceptable
To peg your head with vegetables
And kick you in the testicles
And best of all let you know that you’re a filthy dog
And you’ll never be best in show
So why the abuse?
‘Cause all a bully needs is another excuse
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