At the stroke of sundown
There's a shadow in the woods
Not sure what she's up to
But you know it ain't no good

She's a demon, she's a devil
She's a rough-and-tumble rebel
She's far beyond your level
And she's watching you

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oo-oo-ooh

In the gloomy orange light
You won't live to see the night
In the woods you hear a whisper
Could it be the phantom drifter

There's a chance you might have missed her
Just don't turn around
In a flash they're just behind you
Out of sight and out of mind
And now no one will find you buried six feet down