Nightstalker Blues - The White Buffalo

I was only ten, 1985

Summer of Satan, we’ll make it out alive

Well this is no delusion, no bad dream

Up jumped the boogey man, we’re paralyzed like sheep

Well no-ones safe

Husbands kids and wives

We’re lucky to live, luckier to die

Well there’s an escalation, a killing spree

Time bomb of terror, the devils off the leash

Lock up the doors, better call the police

Creepin' at night, get you shaking in your sheets

Mutilate and murder, rape, rob, repeat

Swear to Satan, got you begging at his feet

Hammers, guns and knives

They wail and weep

Blow the head clean off, when you’re sound asleep

Well there’s blood on the walls, can’t quench the thirst for sin

Hobble up a little old lady

Carve a star in her skin

Lock up the doors, better call the police

Creepin' at night, got you shaking in your sheets

Mutilate and murder, rape, rob, repeat

Swear to Satan, got you begging at his feet

Well it was no big deal

All part of his plan

Death comes with the territory

See you in Disneyland