𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲
𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞’𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡.
Killer clown, killer clown,
Stalking through the snow,
Ribbons tight, silent night,
Nowhere left to go.
Killer clown, killer clown,
On his blood-red sleigh,
You can’t escape his twisted shape,
You’re all his to slay.
Blood-red bows, icy toes,
Underneath the tree,
With twisted glee, you’ll never be free,
His gift to you is he.


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