(YAY!!!!) (The kids are marching down the street. Their arms linked in stride The kids are marching down the street They're going to commit homicide.) (YAY!) They've brought their skipping ropes. They've brought their hula hoops. They've brought handlebars. They've ripped off bicycle spokes.* The kids are coming. (The kids are coming.) (To get you good!) The children are having fun They're singing gleefully. They're going to kill everyone. And dance around happily.* (La la la, la, la, la, la la la) The kids are coming. To get you (We are going to play with your eyeball holes!)..... (Yay! The Eyeball Game!)* They range in age from 4 to 10 The eldest with a baseball bat* They only want to be your friend... And see your head go splat. They made a deal with a monster The monster follows behind They're going to put you in a dumpster With other bodies you will hide The kids are coming. The kids are coming. (To get you good!) They're really cute and astute. They've got blood on their ribboned boots. Of you they're in pursuit. The kids killed their parents While you were asleep They're going to kill other parents As they dance around the street They're covered in gore. Their chants soar. You're gonna be sore. Your blood they adore. They'll paint it on your door. For their demon god Malore. Malore! You're going to die slowly. In massive pain. The kids will dance around. As your blood does rain. Malore has promised them fun. The adults he does stun. You won't be able to run. (It has begun!) The kids are coming. The kids are coming. To get you for food. Feed Me! Your death will feed Malore's power In your guts he will shower The kids have lost their humanity They strung their parents up on a tree They eat the flesh. (It tastes great!). Play with the innards. (On you we masticate!) The soles of your feet they will grate. With graters. Because you wear Crocs. Malore hates Crocs. See you later, alligator. There actually is a demon alligator. It's an educator. It's the kids moderator. It's a big masticator. You will be an incubator. For the gator's demon spawn. "Thousands of spawn". "It's the best part of the Eyeball Game". The kids are coming. The kids are coming. The kids are coming. To get you.
