The Abernathy Ghoul

You can't keep pretending
That everything's alright
The lamp is low
A mother's kiss goodnight
You can hear the creature stalking
Blood is in the air
Don't close your eyes
The monster's here

Will you fly or die by their hands?
You've got to land right now and take command
If you don't get yourself up and
Stab this demon through the heart
You'll be the next victim of the Abernathy Ghoul

No-one seems to notice
When you're not around
Invisible
Town to town
You're the perfect type of prey
So keep your wits about
Here they come
Steady now

Will you fight or die by their hands?
You've got to clear your mind no time for plans
If you don't pick yourself up and
Stab this demon through the heart
You'll be the next victim

Oh don't be that next victim
Or you'll be the next victim
Of the Abernathy Ghoul