METAL SKIN CREEPERS

Metal Skin Creepers

I have seen the metal skin creepers, mining the precious firestone dust.

They scan the surface with their metal detectors

then the drills go down below the crust.

Metal skin creepers, heepers jeepers, metal skin creepers ... everywhere.

There isn't a human among the mob no, I can't see one ... anywhere.

The firestone dust is a deadly fuel, they use it to power the war machine.

The beast of destruction is out of control

and we are closer to the edge than we have ever been.

Metal skin creepers, heepers jeepers, metal skin creepers ... everywhere.

There isn't a human among the mob no, I can't see one ... anywhere.

As we await the closing scene, will the world explode in a flash of light?

Will the story of man be lost forever, as a star goes out in the dead of night?

Metal skin creepers, heepers jeepers, metal skin creepers ... everywhere.

There isn't a human among the mob no ... I can't see one ... anywhere.

Musical contribution courtesy of Kevin Borich and lead vocals by Clive Lockner.