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it''s close to midnight and something evi
l''s lurking in the dark under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart you try to scream but terror takes the s ound before you make it you start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes, you''re paralyzed ''cause this is thriller, thriller night and no one''s gonna save you from the bea st about to strike you know it''s thriller, thriller night you''re fighting for your life inside a k iller,thriller tonight you hear the door slam and realize there ''s nowhere left to run you feel the cold hand and wonder if you ''ll ever see the sun you close your eyes and hope that this i s just imagination but all the while you hear the creature creepin'' up behind you''re out of time ''cause this is thriller, thriller night there ain''t no second chance against the thing with forty eyes you know it''s thriller, thriller night you''re fighting for your life inside a k iller,thriller tonight night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masq uerade there''s no escapin'' the jaws of the alie n this time (they''re open wide) this is the end of your life they''re out to get you, there''s demons c losing in on every side they will possess you unless you change the number on your dial now is the time for you and i to cuddle close together all thru the night i''ll save you from th e terrors on the screen, i''ll make you see that it''s a thriller, thriller night ''cause i can thrill you more than any gh ost would dare to try girl, this is thriller, thriller night so let me hold you tight and share a kil ler, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight (rap performed by vincent price) darkness falls across the land the midnite hour is close at hand creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y''awl''s neighborhood and whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down must stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside a corpse''s shell the foulest stench is in the air the funk of forty thousand years and grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom and though you fight to stay alive your body starts to shiver for no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller (into maniacal laugh, in deep echo) |
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