The Burning - F.K.Ü.

A practical joke gone horribly wrong

Burned Cropsy to a crisp and then some

Hospitalised, biding this time

He’s back with a hedge trimmer to grind

Back at the camp, it’s fright night

Lurking in the woods near the old campsite

Happy young campers soon to be dead

Ripe for the slaughter that lies ahead

Don’t look, he’ll see you

Don’t breathe, he’ll hear you

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When the shears swing the fingers go

Stab one in the throat and watch the blood flow

Split another skull and the brains pour out

Armed with an axe, make them shout

A flamethrower used in the final attack

But this time he’ll loose, a revenge setback

Nailed by an axe, it’s understood

Now Cropsy will burn, and burn for good

Don’t look, he’ll see you

Don’t breathe, he’ll hear you

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Cropsy’s back for revenge

All dressed in black

It’s not just a tale

This legend is real

Should have never come out here

Your end is near

Gather round the campfire if you want to die!

Don’t look, he’ll see you

Don’t breathe, he’ll hear you

Don’t move, you’re dead!

Don’t…

The Burning