All lyrics written and performed by Bear the Astronot (Running-Bear Gallagher Cole)
Let’s drink some Kool Aid kids,
I made this batch speacial,
See the special thing I did makes it
Taste like metal,
But that’s the protein and the vitamins,
These people are my family,
Do you ever think I’d lie to them?
Of course not,
Don’t worry if your throats hot,
You’ve got so much snot in your esophagus,
Those knots you’ve got in your stomach,
It’s not anything to worry about,
That rash? It’s just the chicken pocks.
Just lie in one place,
OH STOP THAT,
You’re gonna’ scratch up your face,
JUST STAY STILL.
You swallowed your fill,
And that pill, I dropped in the bottom,
Only takes a second to impose my will.
Now rise in lines from all sides,
They never thought I’d give life to an Army
But now all of you people that robbed me,
Took my CD’s, Laughed behind my back,
Left me in the cold when I was needy.
YOU BETTER HIDE,
Anger is never justified,
But Jekylls long gone,
It’s just me, Mr. Hyde,
Bye Bye Nice Guy,
Look in my eyes,
No more salt water inside,
These things are bone dry!
I Made an Army,
And now you’ll never harm me,
With all these freaks around me,
You never should have looked down on me.
(Repeat x 2)
I hope the Kool Aid was good,
I made the Red One,
And now my Army is Alive!
But it’s a dead one.
With contorted limbs,
And foam on their chins,
A bunch of Zombies in Timbs.
Hungry for bodies and limbs,
Wandering your street with tibias
Pointing out of their shins,
And meat eating grins,
Now we are breaching your yard.
BETTER HIDE NOW
MY ARMY OF ZOMBIES GOES HARD!
If I was you,
I’d hide my windpipe,
That is exactly the kind of spot that they like to bite.
If I was you,
Well I’d be screwed.
There is really not much that you can do.
I guess you should have thought first before you acted,
Because now you are cornered you slimy little bastard,
Now your praying it would end a little faster,
Zombie hands are breaking right out through the plaster.
You tried to make a B-Line for the closet,
About the time that blood started spraying out your faucets.
Well I’m sorry but you’re never out of site,
You can try to run from my Army,
You can FIGHT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT.
But they will bring you down after awhile,
Let’s play a little game,
We call it DOG PILE!
It’s hard to breath down there at the bottom,
Good job Army, We finally got em’.
(Repeat x 4)