It's the dead of night
And there's no street light
And you're walking on your own
Your mind starts to wander
You hear footsteps behind you
And you wish that you were home
Hot breath on your neck
Then you're pushed to the deck
And there's madness in his eyes
You hear him groan
And you're in for a big surprise

But it's too late
For you scream and shout in pain
Blaque Jaque Shallaque
Is on the prowl again

(Solos)

When you're in your bed
And you rest your head
Then you think you hear those
Familiar footsteps
Outside your front door
A baby cries and you close your eyes
A dustbin clatters
Your window shatters
It's the end of the line

But it's too late
For you scream and shout in pain
Blaque Jaque Shallaque
Is on the prowl again

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.