I've had a problem, it's nothing really big
But the media and news outlets keep squealing like a pig
There is something very wrong, I know exactly what it is
It seems the dark and cold carnies torture little kids
Now I've seen all the films, and I thought I was prepared
But something's at my summer door and I'm started to get scared
"Run! Run! Run!" My mind is screaming looking at the stairs
Before my eyes those dots and stripes are giving me the glare

Indoors, I'm inside, and the night, it comes alive
But that doesn't mean that things are quite okay
There's a man with a knife and his makeup covered eye are staring me down, I can't escape

So I gathered all my guns, and I gathered all my knifes
Cause now the door is screeching and I'm fearing for my life
And now the door is creaking for footsteps stomping in
Thinking to myself, "Is killing clowns a sin?"
And now the dog is barking, I hear a little yelp
Damn now Sparky's dead looks like I'm fighting for myself
Halloween is fun, at least that's what I think
But now the clowns are next to me the second that I blink

Indoors, I'm inside, and the night, it comes alive
But that doesn't mean that things are quite okay
There's a man with a knife and his makeup covered eye are staring me down, I can't escape
Indoors, I'm inside, and the night, it comes alive
But that doesn't mean that things are quite okay
There's a man with a knife and his makeup covered eye are staring me down, I can't escape