Drive Us Bats - Neil Patrick Harris, Dee Bradley Baker, Diedrich Bader, Grey DeLisle, James Arnold Taylor, Jeff Bennett, John DiMaggio, Kevin Michael Richardson, Kristopher Carter & Tom Kenny

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Kneel on the cold ground Right where the dirt's found Leave me a backbone Or tear us apart I know your last fears Born from your own tears Destined to chase us Or drive us away Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Kneel on the cold ground Right where the dirt's found Leave me a backbone Or tear us apart I know your last fears Born from your own tears Destined to chase us Or drive us away

Those vampire bats will give you a fright Eating apples both day and night They rest for a minute, maybe three Than they're eating every apple in your apple tree They don't care about nada Not zilch No nothing 'Cept bringing about an orchard's destruction Now wait just a minute There's another side to this And if I did not defend them Then I would be remiss These bats are mommas and papas too They care for their young just like we ponies do Oh give me a break, you're being too kind These creatures have a one track mind The orchard is not their restaurant, but do they ever think what others may want? No, they don't And that is just a fact These bats, they simply don't know how to act That's where I have to disagree They're loyal to their family Spreading seeds both far and wide You see one coming you better run and hide! They're big And ugly And mean as sin Will you look at the state my trees are in They help your trees They'll grow stronger faster They've turned my life, to a total disaster Well I for one, don't have a doubt These vermin must be stamped right out I second that, they've got to go These bats they've got to hit the road It comes down, to just one simple fact They've crossed the line it's time to fight them back Stop the bats Stop the bats Make them go and not come back Stop the bats Stop the bats Make them go and not come back Stop the bats Stop the bats Make them go and not come back Yes it comes down to just one simple fact They've crossed the line it's time that we attack

So sick of this culture. Sick and tired of the tired and weak. Nothing new on the market. So sick of the words you speak. I'm such a skeptic, so cold, when did I get so faded. Undecided, unsold, when did I get so bored. Half-hearted, fake gold. I'll give this body, this soul. Half-hearted, fake gold. I'll bleed 'til this blood runs cold. So sick of these vandals. All this destruction just looks the same. I thought that noise was danger. Now you're out just pushing brand names. Am I an asshole? Or just old? When did I get so jaded? Undecided, unsold, when did I get so bored. Half-hearted, fake gold. I'll give this body, this soul. Half-hearted, fake gold. I'll bleed 'til this blood runs cold. Half-hearted, fake gold. I'll give this body, this soul. Half-hearted, fake gold. I'll bleed 'til this blood runs cold. I'm so sick and tired. I'm so sick and tired of all this Overrated, overrated, overrated, I'm so sick and tired of all this Overrated, overrated, overrated, I'm so sick and tired of all this shit

Gears grindin' Ropes bindin' Coils windin, For a super sap Death trap! Pistons pangin' Clamps a-clangin' Springs sprangin' It's the last lap Death trap! No encore for you this time, Batman! And I'm afraid it's closing night for my little birdie, too! A shame; we could have made such sweet music! But now the world awaits my final number And I shouldn't keep them! Acid steamin' Blades gleamin' Lasers beamin' Final night cap Death trap! Bone crushin' Flesh mushin' Gore gushin' It's a dirt nap Death trap! Death trap! Death trap!

When I feel as though my love is sinking down, the sun doesn't want to shine. When it feels like she won't face another day, life is unkind, she's frozen in time. And here comes another grey morning. A not so good morning after all. She says "well, what am I to do today with too much time and so much sorrow." She hears the baby waking up downstairs. She hears the foghorn calling out across the sound. Repetition in the morning air is just too much to bear, and no one seems to care. If another day goes creeping by empty and ashamed, Like an old unwanted memory that no one will claim. The clouds with their heads on the ground, she's gonna have to come down. She said "move me, move me, I'm locked up inside." Well, I didn't understand her though God knows I tried. She said "make me angry but just make me cry. But no more grey morning, I think I'd rather die."