Octaman - Obrero

A nightmare has just begun

Grab your gun and start to run

Never ever look back

For he is on your track

Two eyes that stare at you

Eight arms that will catch you

One mouth to feast on you

Octaman

Take his children and he’ll get mad

He will hunt you down he’ll eat your head

Beg for mercy he will give you none

And he won’t stop until you’re all gone

Fire — You’ll need a lot of fire

Fire — Go get wood and tires

Fire — Will confuse his mind

Fire — Make him crazy and blind