The shit runs down your leg It's much too late to beg You didn't heed its warning As it's parked on top of your house Your baby's crushed to pulp You're cornered you cry out
Its treads are stained with blood Some thought they'd defy it If you think you'll survive... NOT!
Here it comes, you better start running Here it comes, you better start running
The armored shell coroded From blood that now is dry Through many years of silence Breaks a horrifying sound You turn to look in disbelief He's come to hunt you down