I t close to Bedtime and something evils looking in you eye
Under the room light, you wanna fight that involves a lot of heart
You mustn’t scream your error if you go a head and make it
This games a breeze, enforcing all your childhood delights
On guard let fight

Cause it’s a pillah pillow fight
Your brother’s gonna smack you with a pillow to the right
It’s called a Pillah Pillow fight
You with all our might using a killer, pillow tonight

You through the door slam, and realize your brother’s pillows rock
You grab a broom BANG and wonder if you may be gone too far
Your rage inside this is supposed to be a children’s fun game, GOD
But all the time your new bedroom looks like a missile strike
What game does that

It’s called a pillah, pillow fight
your parents will go mad when they see the sheer destruction, WOAH
Pillah, Pillow fight
Your grounded for your life cos of a killer, Pillow GOOD FIGHT

Your parents come in; your dead man that’s walking must run away
There’s no escaping the jaws of your next of kin
(Hand open wide)
This is the slap of your life.

its quarter past two, there parents screaming on from every side
They will forgive you so no more pillow fighting for a while
Now’s not the time for you and him to start another ruckus. No
But come next night the urge is so strong to fight temptation
Stand up and fight

And have a pillah pillow fight
I’m gonna try and slam you with a great feather landing right
Pillah Pillow fight
So let me black your eyes and share a
Pillah, Killer, Driller, Pillow here tonight.

We must all pillah pillow fight
Boy, I can kill you more than any dad would ever dare try
With a, pillow fight
So go give it a try, and swing that pillow killer OOOOWWWW

Bloodstains land across the land
The pillow fighter is close at hand
Children brawl in search of blood
To demonize the adulthood


I’m gonna kill ya tonight, ooh yeah yeah
I’m gonna Pillow tonight, ooh yeah yeah
Pillow fight baby

The swinging right comes from a chair
A punch from forty fives degrees
And crazy kids wrecking bedrooms
Controlling them will your doom

The kids will fight to half past five
Your kids are like bruiser
For no mere sibling can resist
The evil of the Pillah