When the sun goes down we can delight
We rely upon the ground and hearts
We can break the law can make it press
We are heartless we are flesh eaters
And the night has come we can revive
When we see the light we can’t survive
Why don’t real people want to share?
The reflection of flesh eaters

Wind us up we cannot stop
And people should dance
Every day and every night
We look for a chance
Sex with feelings in the jungle
Out of a press
We are aliens we are zombies
We are flesh eaters

There are people who avoid the narks
There are plenty of the lively parks
Is it possible to find painters?
As a cliff – hander for flesh eaters
Twenty seven degrees out of time
Twenty seven people want to fight
Only six of them can be builders
And tomorrow they are flesh eaters