Agony
We ain't talkin' children of the corn
Psycho path demonic freak who was born
The ones who entered the house
Won't be lookin' back
Who ever entered had there skulls crushed Matter o' fact (Facts)
This was a perpetrator
Not no demonstrator (Ok, ok)
The killer could still be on the loose
These are scary stories not no Dr. Seuss
If you got what it takes to enter
Have a game plan ready you could be next for dinner
Have you going to church (Tap in)
Praying to the minister
Converted to a creepy destination
Got the balls to test it go
On the investigation
One for the heart to start racing
Pacing your pantin'
Got you right, right, where I wanted (Ah, ah)
From the very start
At night time the demonic spirit
Lives where it gets really dark (Dark)
So bow your heads and say a little prayer
(Oh, oh)
One measly ghost story turned into a bloodbath
Warned from the start not to
Cross his path
Some intrigued knowing that he's mean
Still willing and walking the halls
Of the house
If you don't believe in a higher power
You could be next turn you
Into clam-chowder
Turn you into clam-chowder
Yeah
Hear a couple weird sounds
Making the weak wanna bounce
So grab your spouse and hold them tight
I said this was
Going to be a spooky night
Small Midwest city
That would never be the same
All because a freak that couldn't be tamed
Left people looking so
Frightened and ashamed
But he was never found
So who was there to be blamed?
Psycho path demonic freak who was born
The ones who entered the house
Won't be lookin' back
Who ever entered had there skulls crushed Matter o' fact (Facts)
This was a perpetrator
Not no demonstrator (Ok, ok)
The killer could still be on the loose
These are scary stories not no Dr. Seuss
If you got what it takes to enter
Have a game plan ready you could be next for dinner
Have you going to church (Tap in)
Praying to the minister
Converted to a creepy destination
Got the balls to test it go
On the investigation
One for the heart to start racing
Pacing your pantin'
Got you right, right, where I wanted (Ah, ah)
From the very start
At night time the demonic spirit
Lives where it gets really dark (Dark)
So bow your heads and say a little prayer
(Oh, oh)
One measly ghost story turned into a bloodbath
Warned from the start not to
Cross his path
Some intrigued knowing that he's mean
Still willing and walking the halls
Of the house
If you don't believe in a higher power
You could be next turn you
Into clam-chowder
Turn you into clam-chowder
Yeah
Hear a couple weird sounds
Making the weak wanna bounce
So grab your spouse and hold them tight
I said this was
Going to be a spooky night
Small Midwest city
That would never be the same
All because a freak that couldn't be tamed
Left people looking so
Frightened and ashamed
But he was never found
So who was there to be blamed?
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Conover
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