They’re Coming to Town
You better watch out for airstrikes. You better not cry, when your buddy dies. You better not pout, when your house gets levelled. I’m telling you, they’re here and they don’t like you.
At all.
They’re making a list of captives, and they’re crosschecking them with our handy little check-ins and DNA databases.
They’re gonna find out who’s been naughty in their lives and who’s nice and stupid to a fault.
They’re coming to town.
They see you when you’re sleeping at night. They know when you’re awake in terror. They know if you’ve been bad or good, so no matter what you do it makes no difference at all.
You better watch out for airstrikes. Cause they like them a lot. You better not cry, when your family dies, cause you’re next on the red dot.
