Hurry, hurry, they're on their way,
I hear them getting near.
Hide your eyes and lock you mouth,
Let's make it dark in here.
Shut off the lights, turn down the sound,
Music won't help you now.
Those little melodies that swell and roar,
Are going to take you down.
It won't cost you money, keep it all,
They're not going for the gold,
What they seek goes for more,
Darling, quickly hide your soul.
Lock your doors, bolt them tight,
Take down all your signs.
Say it once, say it twice,
It's still not in their minds.
It isn't true don't believe those words,
You know what's real and not.
You are right, you did your best,
They can't see you are distraught.
Make them pay and show them what
They've done to your little home:
Killed the maid and killed the cook,
Then left you on your own.

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