If you close your eyes, they will come. With their stomachs growling, they will come. Lazily, Slowly, they will come. They're gonna come and eat your dreams. No matter who, they'll still come. Mr. Hungry is gonna come. With hunched backs, they will come. They're gonna come and eat your dreams. It's dangerous to sleep so well, and if you were to be alone, A wicked lullaby makes you cry in your sleep, burying your head into a pillow, They're gonna come from every corner for your dream filled mind.