Alright.
Watch what's coming your way, nothing but barrels of hate
It's funny a quick death to you is a terrible fate
You running through the corridors, no narrow escape
Over there's the coroner, he's waiting seconds to date
The death of your horror, but he's gon' have to wait
So while you scream out as i close in, nosin' around for something dull like a clothes pin.
So here we go again, no back outs i've done cornered ya'
You slip out and run, but you're still in sight of my cornea
Around the corner you go, whatcha runnin' for bro?
Your family's applauding as they think it's nothing more then a show
Oops, there he is, into the supply closet he goes.
I break off the door handle, with the fireman's hose
I peek on inside, and yell, nighthawk i am home
Just a dream on elm street, that shit was bad to bone.