THRILLER

By Rod Temperton

(From “THRILLER” Album)

It’s close to midnight and something evil’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 sound 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 beast about to strike

You know it’s thriller, thriller night

You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, 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 is 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, girl

(Thriller, thriller night)

You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Night creatures call

And the dead start to walk in their masquerade

There’s no escaping the jaws of the alien this time

(They’re open wide)

This is the end of your life

They’re out to get you, there’s demons closing in on every side

They will possess you unless you change the number on the dial

Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together (yeah)

All thru the night I’ll save you from the terrors on the screen

I’ll make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night

‘Cause I can thrill you more than any Ghost would ever dare to try

(Thriller, thriller night)

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller

Thriller here tonight

‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night

Girl I can thrill you more than any Ghost would ever dare to try

(Thriller, thriller night)

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller

I’m gonna thrill 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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