The shadow on your bedroom wall
Looks like a grim demonic head
It's not a figment of your mind
It's hiding underneath your bed
The spacecraft spins through howling space
Driven by bloodthirsty mirth
Weapons charged, destroying worlds
Now they're coming for the earth
Whoa - lay down on your bed of flies
Whoa - look into the werewolf eyes
Whoa - mutilate the cows and
Step into my rocket to the Year 2000
The psychopaths sharpen their knives
The undead rising from their graves
The night has finally come alive
To lay the daytime world to waste
The mutant ants are on the prowl
With their giant hairy legs
The humans have been bit in half
And their houses filled with eggs