Horror Show by SPF1000
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 undead,
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.
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.
Take me out the the darkness.
Take me out of the light
Hiding in the sheets,
afraid to go to sleep.
Giving you the creeps.
We're in the Horror Show.
Walls stained red,
it's undead,
underneath your bed.
We're in the Horror Show.
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