B Blast off He'll try to shoot you with precision Take your face off F# Young disciple into life B He was hung up, By the meaning of existence You be let down F# So don't you fall in with the Chorus: B Velociraptor! He's gonna find ya! He's gonna kill ya! F# He's gonna eat ya! B You're on the outskirts Of his kingdom So keep your head down! F# Veloci–Velociraptor Shake down Go get your suitcase Call a director Film everyone in sight 'Cos there's an air raid You want to get laid? But he is closing And he ain't toothless man Chorus B G Whoa! E There's nothing to it! There's nothing to it man! B G Whoa! E There's nothing to it! There's nothing to it man! C And now your lying here B While everyone's asleep C They just wanna suck E Your blood Blast off! Unavoidable collision Getting scared now 'Cos there's nowhere left to hide Are you ready? Hear the scratching getting closer There's no food left And you're the only one alive The voodoo The vaccine The boredom The routine Dictating your movements It's all got too much For the addicts The manics The papers The vapour The pressure of so-called Normal behaviour Oh, oh, oh There's nothing to it! There's nothing to it, man! Meanwhile, in city streets As everyone's asleep He just want to suck your blood Chorus: Velociraptor! He gonna find ya He gonna kill ya He gonna eat ya You're on the outskirts Of his kingdom So keep your head down Veloci, Velociraptor! | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC E F# G B |