We’ve all been laid to rest, our epitaph reads, “MOMMY KNOWS BEST” A word of warning from beyond the grave that must be understood Throats get slit in this neck of the woods
She raised him right and he’ll come out to play When Mother whispers, “Thank God It’s Friday”
He drowned in all our sins He drowned in our mistakes Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood The curse of Crystal Lake
He’s down there deep within We’ve found there’s no escape You just scratched the surface of the curse of Crystal Lake
Caught undressed we were laid to rest A drunken, sex-crazed teenage mess Killed in the climax of debauchery, we learned the hard way When he came for our lives on the thirteenth day
She raised him right and he’ll come out to play When Mother whispers, “Thank God It’s Friday”
He drowned in all our sins He drowned in our mistakes Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood The curse of Crystal Lake
He’s down there deep within We’ve found there’s no escape You just scratched the surface of the curse of Crystal Lake
Don’t you know he’ll never be gone for good? So we’ll never get out of the woods
A machete in one hand and an axe in the other Steadfast in his mask in the shadow of mother Ready to resume You’re all doomed
“Thank God It’s Friday! Kill for Mommy Thank God It’s Friday!”
He’ll stop at nothing Forever hunting Jason’s coming
He drowned in all our sins He drowned in our mistakes Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood The curse of Crystal Lake
He’s down there deep within We’ve found there’s no escape You just scratched the surface of the curse of Crystal Lake
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