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treeline They aren't hiding anymore (yeah)
Eight hundred pounds coming down Main Street Concrete cracking under heavy paw
feet Smashing through the glass at the local bakery
Looking for the honey,
disregard the safety (uh-huh) No sirens gonna stop 'em,
no locks on the door Now the grizzly is the mayor and
he wants some more
Run for the hills,
they're taking the town (run,
run!)
Golden fur flashing when the sun goes down (yeah) They rule the
streets, they own the night Big claws climbing in the pale moonlight (hahaha)
Barricade the basement, pack up the gear This is the season of
the giant predator here
No more tourists taking photos on the trail When the apex predators
rewrite the scale (woah)
Too late
to run They live here now (shhh)