Aliens (feat. Neil Hannon)

We sail the dark oceans on our ship of souls
 but the tiller is spinning out of control
 I've been speaking with aliens, they've agreed to abduct everyone but you
 So we can start again
 There's ice on the masthead there's plague in the hold
 but you've gone off looking for your precious black gold
 I've been speaking with aliens and they've agreed to adopt everyone but you
 So we can start again
 Well come on the aliens, my friends the aliens, sweet little aliens come on
 So we can start again
 Even if i was the president I'm sure i couldn't make such a mess of it as you
 We could start again