A Long Night at Camp Blood
Headin' down to Crystal Lake
I herd the tales they're probably fake
So grab the girls I'll bring the beer
Campfire stories of death and fear
Something's close and stalking us
I hear its breath just in the brush
Our fires bright I see he's close
But will he chase, or is he repose
Hockey mask or burlap sack, this dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, our trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
Go!
Scott he had his throat slit wide
Andy's in two, Chuck got fried
Debbie got stabbed Andy got hacked
Martin got a bottle right through his neck
Headin' down to Crystal Lake
I herd the tales they're probably fake
So grab the girls I'll bring the beer
Campfire stories of death and fear
Something's close and stalking us
I hear its breath just in the brush
Our fires bright I see he's close
But will he chase, or is he repose
Hockey mask or burlap sack, our dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, this trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
All my friends have been destroyed
But this death I can't avoid
I knew about this damned death curse
And now I'm leaving in a hearse
It seems like I'm the last one here
Since Shelly got sliced from ear to ear
I know my ending is to come
Machete to the back of my cranium
Hockey mask or burlap sack, this dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, our trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
Headin' down to Crystal Lake
I herd the tales they're probably fake
So grab the girls I'll bring the beer
Campfire stories of death and fear
Something's close and stalking us
I hear its breath just in the brush
Our fires bright I see he's close
But will he chase, or is he repose
Hockey mask or burlap sack, this dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, our trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
I herd the tales they're probably fake
So grab the girls I'll bring the beer
Campfire stories of death and fear
Something's close and stalking us
I hear its breath just in the brush
Our fires bright I see he's close
But will he chase, or is he repose
Hockey mask or burlap sack, this dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, our trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
Go!
Scott he had his throat slit wide
Andy's in two, Chuck got fried
Debbie got stabbed Andy got hacked
Martin got a bottle right through his neck
Headin' down to Crystal Lake
I herd the tales they're probably fake
So grab the girls I'll bring the beer
Campfire stories of death and fear
Something's close and stalking us
I hear its breath just in the brush
Our fires bright I see he's close
But will he chase, or is he repose
Hockey mask or burlap sack, our dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, this trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
All my friends have been destroyed
But this death I can't avoid
I knew about this damned death curse
And now I'm leaving in a hearse
It seems like I'm the last one here
Since Shelly got sliced from ear to ear
I know my ending is to come
Machete to the back of my cranium
Hockey mask or burlap sack, this dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, our trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
Headin' down to Crystal Lake
I herd the tales they're probably fake
So grab the girls I'll bring the beer
Campfire stories of death and fear
Something's close and stalking us
I hear its breath just in the brush
Our fires bright I see he's close
But will he chase, or is he repose
Hockey mask or burlap sack, this dead boy has come back
To kill us all at Crystal Lake, our trip was a mistake
13th day, its Friday night, we'll never see the light
Running fast through woods and mud, a long night at camp blood
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Writer(s): Brendan E Kovar
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