Lyrics: Hey mom, there's something in the backroom Hope it's not the creatures from above You used to read me stories As if my dreams were boring We all know conspiracies are dumb What if people knew that these were real I'd leave my closet door open all night I know the CIA would say What you hear is all hearsay I wish someone would tell me what was right Up all night long And there's something very wrong And I know it must be late Been gone since yesterday I'm not like you guys I'm not like you I am still a skeptic, yes, you know me Been best friends and will be till we die I got an injection Of fear from the abduction My best friend thinks I'm just telling lies Alright Up all night long And there's something very wrong And I…
Vocals/Guitar: Tom Delonge Bass: Mark Hoppus Drums: Travis Barker
