The Burning

A practical joke gone horribly wrong Burned Cropsy to a crisp and then some Hospitalised, biding this time He's back with a hedge trimmer to grind Back at the camp, it's fright night Lurking in the woods near the old campsite Happy young campers soon to be dead Ripe for the slaughter that lies ahead Don't look, he'll see you Don't breathe, he'll hear you The Burning When the shears swing the fingers go Stab one in the throat and watch the blood flow Split another skull and the brains pour out Armed with an axe, make them shout A flamethrower used in the final attack But this time he'll loose, a revenge setback Nailed by an axe, it's understood Now Cropsy will burn, and burn for good Don't look, he'll see you Don't breathe, he'll hear you The Burning Cropsy's back for revenge All dressed in black It's not just a tale This legend is real Should have never come out here Your end is near Gather round the campfire if you want to die! Don't look, he'll see you Don't breathe, he'll hear you Don't move, you're dead! Don't... The Burning