You turn around and see them fly
So you begin asking yourself why
If these creatures were just the sky
But then you feel the creeping and the watching
You begin walking as if they are stalking
Run, run, run, your legs begin to run
Run, run, run, you load up your gun
Jump in the truck and roar the ignition
Vibrating engine is heated from pistons
Drive on out, drive on out
Get out of there! You can feel them stare!
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