The bat in gas light
The bride in the tomb
The storm at midnight
The witch, the moon
The casket, the grave
The sweet smell of death
The paintings in the hall
We love it all
Hiding in the sheets
Afraid to go to sleep
Giving you the creeps
We're in the horror show
Walls stained red
It's un-dead
Underneath your bed
We're in the horror show
It's killed another kid
It snuck in through the window
Close your eyes, go to bed
Maybe it won't find your bedroom
It creeps, it crawls
It scratches its way from the grave
Through the cemetery tombs and headstones
It's time to be saved
Hiding in the sheets
Afraid to go to sleep
Giving you the creeps
We're in the horror show
Walls stained red
It's un-dead
Underneath your bed
We're in the horror show
Maybe you can turn off the TV
Maybe you can turn your head
But this time you might be the one who ends up dead

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