Text: 100 Monkeys. Robot Timberwolves.

Running from these masticating faces
chasing me out of the woods
it isn't good, it looks real bad for me.

I'm being chased by all these masticating faces
with teeth so sharp
they're like razor blades serrated

I'm gonna die tonight that's right
these wolves are right behind me

gonna die tonight all these wolves these robot timberwolves are gonna get me(get me, get me)
with their masticating teeth

why do the scientists always try
to find ways to end my life
what have i done?
what have i done?
to deserve this?

wolves, wolves, all these wolves, wolves,
all these wolves, wolves, (all these wolves wolves)

they're chasing me and chasing me and chasingmeandchewingandtheteeth
and now i'm running, yes i'm running, i'm running

like the blood runs over their tongues
i'm running yeah i'm running from
wolves, wolves, wolves, wolves, robot timberwolves... etc.

I don't have a prayer,
of making it out of here alive, tonight,
I'm gonna be a little doggy treat for wolves
but that's all right cause they're the robotic kind

(Thanks to Brittany for these lyrics and to ilove100monkeys for corrections)