I feel my luck could change Pull me out of the aircrash Pull me out of the lake I'm your superhero, I'm your superhero
Please could you stop the noise? I'm trying to get some rest From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that…? (I may be paranoid, but not an android) What's that…? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
Then comes the one-two punch of and "Subterranean Homesick Alien." The former is the band’s "Bohemian Rhapsody," a multi-sectioned epic that shifts from acoustic melancholy to a shredding, distorted apocalypse. It is the anthem of the alienated, mocking the "unborn chicken voices" in our heads.
I feel my luck could change Pull me out of the aircrash Pull me out of the lake I'm your superhero, I'm your superhero
Please could you stop the noise? I'm trying to get some rest From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that…? (I may be paranoid, but not an android) What's that…? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
Then comes the one-two punch of and "Subterranean Homesick Alien." The former is the band’s "Bohemian Rhapsody," a multi-sectioned epic that shifts from acoustic melancholy to a shredding, distorted apocalypse. It is the anthem of the alienated, mocking the "unborn chicken voices" in our heads.