Projectile Kids Head on at fifty five equals a hundred and ten Wave at the kids as they fly by your head Into the windshield like a cannon ball Used to have a skeletal system now a rag doll They call them car seats and if you don't wear them you'll be dead meat picking you hair out of the glass It saved my big fat ass Projectile Kids Wizzing by your head Buckle up baby or you're gonna be dead Projectile kids going zoom zoom zoom Answering the call of the hand of doom doom doom Mothers better buckle your tots up if you don't you'll be moping them up off the street picking slivers from their feet asphalt under their skin ain't so neat Projectile Kids Wizzing by your head Buckle up baby or you're gonna be dead Projectile kids going zoom zoom zoom Answering the call of the hand of doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom