Misfits

Oh go
Possession of the mind is a terrible thing
Its a transformation with an urge to kill
Not the body of a man from earth
Not the face of the one you love, cause
Well, I turned into a martian
Woah oh oh
I cant even recall my name
Woah oh oh
Times I never hardly sleep at night
Woah oh oh
Well, I turned into a martian today
I walk down city streets
On an unsuspecting human world
Inhuman in your midst
This world is mine to own, cause
Well, I turned into a martian
Woah oh oh