A song for Halloween.

Written and performed by A P Clarke

The phonecall was traced
to inside the house
Get out, get out, get out, get out
get out as fast as you can

But the monster is loose
the moon is so full tonight
run home, run home, run home, run home
lock all of your windows so tight

Oooooh, there's no getting out of this place
Oooooh, put that scray shit in to my face.

The orphanage burnt down
a hundred years ago tonight
listen, listen, listen very closely
you can still hear them screaming in fright

with an old ouija board
we spoke to the dead
they said 'help me, help me dear god please help me
the pain doesn't end when you die'

Oooooh, there's no getting out of this place
Oooooh, put that scray shit in to my face.

We are killing the world
and nobody cares
and I can't pay my rent
I can't pay my rent

Say Bloody Mary's true name
three times out loud she'll come
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
She's behind you.

Oooooh, there's no getting out of this place
Oooooh, put that scray shit in to my face.

Scary Shit

London based singer-songwriter, podcaster and film-maker, producer and stuff. You can find all of my work at https://apclarke.studio/
Latest Album: https://apclarke.bandcamp.com/album/bones-and-ghosts

Scary Shit

A.P.Clarke

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