Red John

Well Crooked Creek Asylum
Built back in '32
Housed a lotta people
Society deemed were doomed
There was one, he was known
You'd know him by his name
He stood 6'6 at 245
On the first night he came

The midnight moon shed starry light
On that fated Hallow's Eve
When Red John's bus took a mighty turn
And sank into the deep
Texas Rangers and the FBI
Told folks not to stray too far
He's the only one they fear
When dimness turns to dark

Well grab the shotgun hide your family
Pray to God you can make it through the night
He's only begun his insanity
Pawns in his game you hope to survive
You'll know his name if you didn't before
It won't die tonight
But someone will
Oh cause Red John
He's alive

Silent as a willow tree
On a weary summer night
The last thing you wanna see
Are his dark and empty eyes
I gave up long ago
When I thought it was my time
Cause the night he made it out alive
Is the day all hope died

Legend goes that he skipped town
Made a mess then got bored
He's still out there, somewhere
But the town thanked the Lord
If by chance you see him round
Hope you know what to do
Cause there ain't no stopping Red John
When he's coming for you