Maybe I'm an Alien

In the end it makes no difference who was wrong or right
I don't need to share your point of view
A picture paints a thousand words, if I painted you
More real than real, what would it reveal

When all is said and done
As we play in the sun
Time slips away too easily
The more things stay the same
The more they're bound to change
It doesn't really make much sense to me

Perhaps you get all that you want, or just what you deserve
It all depends (on) who it is you serve
Nothing good can come from bad, but who are you to judge
Just shoot 'em all, let the Devil sort them out

When all is said and done
As we play in the sun
Time slips away relentlessly
The more things stay the same
The more they're bound to change
It doesn't really make much sense to me

Maybe we're all monkeys
Maybe we're all saints
Maybe I'm an alien
From some weird hyperplane
You're free to chose your own superstitions
Just let me be free to live with mine

When all is said and done
As we play in the sun
Time slips away too easily
The more things stay the same
The more they're bound to change
It doesn't really make much sense to me
It never really made much sense to me
It all begins to make sense to me

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