They Wanna Feast on You
Okay, so it's 1:30 in the morning, I've been sitting in my
house for the past 4 days doing nothing but watch Newsies over and over again,
and I've beginning to feel a mite pathetic.
I try but I can't seem to get skrewts to chew on anything but you
Their breath on your face, their sharp and vicious claws I pry from you
I pry from you
You know what they came here for
And they won't ask for more
Chorus:
They wanna feast on you
If only 'till you're dead
To be the one who bites your arms and chomps your head
They wanna feast on you
There's nothing left to eat
There's nothing else they want, no other kind of meat
Bridge:
Oh, Harry, I can't fight these monsters anymore
Bite my fingers when I try to
So call my name, take my hand
Harry make your wish, and use your wand!
Chorus again:
They wanna feast on you
If only 'till you're dead
To be the one who bites your arms and chomps your head
They wanna feast on you
There's nothing left to eat
There's nothing else they want, no other kind of meat
Okay, okay, I know.
