[ Featuring the Used Kids ]
What the hell are they up to?
No one ever knows
Reading out of some spell book?
Doing rituals with no clothes?
Up to no good, that's for sure
Always looking for someone pure
Drinking out of that cauldron
Draw you in with their allure
Something wicked blowing down that hill
And surely you can feel that chill
It won't be long until
They come out tonight
Feed their appetite
Something not quite right
They'll be out tonight
I hear they're eating children
I hear they grind up their bones
Fatten them up and kill them
Hear the echos of their moans
Up to no good, that's for sure
Always looking for someone pure
Drinking out of that cauldron
Draw you in with their allure
Something wicked blowing down that hill
And surely you can feel that chill
It won't be long until
They come out tonight
Feed their appetite
Something not quite right
They'll be out tonight
