Maybe a poetry-creation Sometimes the result of fantasy Maybe a writer’s invention Tomorrow it will be reality
Devouring only human spirit Alien invasion Glutton beasts all over Every nation
Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon
Maybe they live in a deadman’s swamp Foul treasure under their knees That’s where the ghosts of men once killed Guard the fantastic seeds
There, where no colour can be They’re waiting to come Jungle of fantasy Restless on the run
Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon
Black letters telling us more and more We make the same mistakes just like we did before
Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the day of doom Thommyknockers, brain-eaters See the blood on the moon Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
