Fly My Children

Execute plan forty-nine We'll overrun them from the sky We consume the obscuring fruit Return our troops, give Kandi Korn the boot A routine operation There's little to fear Everything will come to fruition Now that the Fruit Bats are here Fruit Bats Attack Fruit Bats Attack Fruit Bats Attack Eat sauce, eat the fruit But don't eat the brain Tasty is what tasty does But the human must remain Hunt down the caramel launchers, all twenty-five Give them a nasty chomper Then we will survive Fruit Bats Attack Fruit Bats Attack Fruit Bats Attack Fruit Bats Attack Fruit Bats Attack Fruit Bats Attack