Grups

I'm going to tell you now

And you've got to care

You, your friends and all

You'll get the disease

Not just sometimes

You know it's all times

When you come of age

Don't you know why you

Don't have friends and

You don't like games any more

Pull back your hand

My hand holds the hammer

BONK BONK!

On the head

On the head

Make you dead

BONK BONK!

On the head

Feel your dread

You'll be dead

You're running out of time

You've got to let me help you

This will all happen to you

Unless you let me help you

Blood on my face

Blood on your hands

You're going to be just like them

You've got to help us

If you don't help us there'll be

Nothing left at all... and

Nobody here

Forever and ever

Now who's doing all the hurting

Like in the Before Time

BONK BONK!

On the head

On the head

Make you dead

BONK BONK!

On the head

Feel your dread

You'll be dead

BONK BONK!

BONK BONK!

BONK BONK!

BONK BONK!

BONK BONK!