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The Army Air Corps today announced the recovery of a
crashed flying disk from a ranch near Roswell, New Mexico.
Tell me 'bout the yellow book
Tell me about the Greys
Tell me how the universe changed
Back in those post war days
Tell me the truth
Now that your race is run
Tell me what you really found that day
Underneath the Roswell sun
Tell me how you lived with yourself
All these years
When you wake up in the night
Do you still feel the fear
Tell me the truth
Now that the lies have won
Was it really angels you found
Underneath the Roswell sun
Tell me what Truman said
Did he think you'd lost your mind
Did he want to use the bomb
Was he prepared to cross that line
Did he say you better be sure
There's nothing left to find
Did you think they'd still be here
This far down the line
Tell me how you hid it so well
All these years
When you look up in the dark
Do you still feel the fear
Tell me the truth
Now that the lies have won
Was it really angels you found
Underneath the Roswell sun
Did you feel any brotherhood
When you looked into those eyes
Did you really think it could be true
When you looked up to the skies
Is Majestic just a dream
Tell us now that you're old and alone
Did you feel anything at all
When they died so far from home
Tell me how you lived with yourself
All these years
When you wake up in the dark
Do you still feel the fear
Tell me the truth
Now that the lies have won
Was it really angels you found
Underneath the Roswell sun
Tell me 'bout the yellow book
Tell me about the Greys
Tell me how you lost your innocence
Back in those cold war days
Tell me all the secrets that you hid
Now that your race is run
Tell me what you really found that day
Underneath the Roswell sun
Tell me how you lived with yourself
All these years
When you wake up in the night
Do you still feel the fear
Tell me the truth
Now that the lies have won
Was it really angels you found
Underneath the roswell sun
Written by Bill MacKechnie. Copyright 1998-2010
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