Driving slowly
Going to home to see their mother's grave
Walking closely
There's an old man who's clothes are decayed
John can see that she's frightened
So he tries to lighten the mood
They're coming to get you, Barbara
They're coming and they'll be here soon
Don't be afraid
They just want your brain
And they're coming to get you
More are coming
John can see that the joke is on him
She starts running
There's an old house that she can hide in
She makes it inside
But then they're right behind her
Oh, moving so slow
They're coming to get you, Barbara
They're coming and they'll be here soon
Don't be afraid
They just want your brain
And they're coming to get you
They finally arrive
And with all of their might
They break through
Barbara's surprised to see
Her brother's eyes in the group of ghouls
And we're coming to get you, Barbara
We're here and now we're in the room
Don't be afraid
We just want your brain
And we're coming to get you, Barbara
We got here a little too soon
And you won't mind the pain
Once we've eaten your brain