If you go to bed you might find Fred
Call Freud if annoyed with the
Thoughts in your head
The nightmares that you share
Come from sexual leering
F*ck Carl Jung and his
Dumb Darwinist theories
Freddy's all in your walls
He's all up in your tub
He got really long arms and
He just wants a hug he's made up of maggots
And bleeds green slime
Cleared of all killings but
He's still serving time
Wasn't read his rights so it's
Five Nights at Freddy's
He's the deadly medley of features
That are not friendly
A glove with five knives that's
Mighty fine for shredding
Fill your room with feathers and
Mess up all your bedding
A boiler room planet is where he resides
Just like a labyrinth composed of pipes
Ready or not no matter how you hide
It's always right behind with his
Knives in your spine
A complicated kill not the dopiest zombie
A steam punk that you
Debunk with copious coffee
Freddy Krueger hates Keurig and
Scoffs at biscotti
He's not Illuminati but he got
A lot of bodies
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
'41 December but there's no sign of Santa
For the Hathaway helpers had abandoned Amanda
While repeatedly raped in a
Cage full of crazies
A fearsome foe was forged in
The fires of Hades
The bastard bouncing baby of 10
000 maniacs maybe
Wasn't born to be a brainiac
A sadist in training killed a hamster with a
Hammer what baffling behavior
Wait until later when he's relishing razors
Krueger was a cutter, kinda like Kylo
Always sorta pyscho and into
Gloves like Michael
Daily basement beatings made him
Impartial to pain
But his father got the furnace
Soon he'd suffer the same
His mother was a nutter now, a nun in a habit
Never knew her or pursued
Just managed his sadness
Dropout opted for adventure now pop's
Out of the picture
Christmas sweater forever and the
Fedora's a fixture
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
A jovial janitor beneath the city's silos
At that point an amateur
His homework's homicidal
The jingle from his ride'll make
The minors run amok
He's like sweet tooth see his
Truck and your f*cked
Everything was just a front
A wife and kid he didn't love
In his cellar kept his clippings
And a gallery of gloves
Twenty kids went missing
The police were pissing blood
Cathy was laughing but soon
She'd be missing mom
Said she'd never tell but she totally did
He smiled through the trial, was acquitted
No shit parents wanted him punished 'cause
The jury's unjust
Burned him the boiler room
Hid the bones in a trunk
While his skin began to bubble
His parting fully failed
Dream demons came to see him
Skulls with spiny tails
They offered immortality
Reality would be his dreams
Mortal Kombat fatalities on
Smart-alecky teens
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
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English
If you go to bed you might find Fred
Call Freud if annoyed with the
Thoughts in your head
The nightmares that you share
Come from sexual leering
F*ck Carl Jung and his
Dumb Darwinist theories
Freddy's all in your walls
He's all up in your tub
He got really long arms and
He just wants a hug he's made up of maggots
And bleeds green slime
Cleared of all killings but
He's still serving time
Wasn't read his rights so it's
Five Nights at Freddy's
He's the deadly medley of features
That are not friendly
A glove with five knives that's
Mighty fine for shredding
Fill your room with feathers and
Mess up all your bedding
A boiler room planet is where he resides
Just like a labyrinth composed of pipes
Ready or not no matter how you hide
It's always right behind with his
Knives in your spine
A complicated kill not the dopiest zombie
A steam punk that you
Debunk with copious coffee
Freddy Krueger hates Keurig and
Scoffs at biscotti
He's not Illuminati but he got
A lot of bodies
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
'41 December but there's no sign of Santa
For the Hathaway helpers had abandoned Amanda
While repeatedly raped in a
Cage full of crazies
A fearsome foe was forged in
The fires of Hades
The bastard bouncing baby of 10
000 maniacs maybe
Wasn't born to be a brainiac
A sadist in training killed a hamster with a
Hammer what baffling behavior
Wait until later when he's relishing razors
Krueger was a cutter, kinda like Kylo
Always sorta pyscho and into
Gloves like Michael
Daily basement beatings made him
Impartial to pain
But his father got the furnace
Soon he'd suffer the same
His mother was a nutter now, a nun in a habit
Never knew her or pursued
Just managed his sadness
Dropout opted for adventure now pop's
Out of the picture
Christmas sweater forever and the
Fedora's a fixture
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
A jovial janitor beneath the city's silos
At that point an amateur
His homework's homicidal
The jingle from his ride'll make
The minors run amok
He's like sweet tooth see his
Truck and your f*cked
Everything was just a front
A wife and kid he didn't love
In his cellar kept his clippings
And a gallery of gloves
Twenty kids went missing
The police were pissing blood
Cathy was laughing but soon
She'd be missing mom
Said she'd never tell but she totally did
He smiled through the trial, was acquitted
No shit parents wanted him punished 'cause
The jury's unjust
Burned him the boiler room
Hid the bones in a trunk
While his skin began to bubble
His parting fully failed
Dream demons came to see him
Skulls with spiny tails
They offered immortality
Reality would be his dreams
Mortal Kombat fatalities on
Smart-alecky teens
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
Call Freud if annoyed with the
Thoughts in your head
The nightmares that you share
Come from sexual leering
F*ck Carl Jung and his
Dumb Darwinist theories
Freddy's all in your walls
He's all up in your tub
He got really long arms and
He just wants a hug he's made up of maggots
And bleeds green slime
Cleared of all killings but
He's still serving time
Wasn't read his rights so it's
Five Nights at Freddy's
He's the deadly medley of features
That are not friendly
A glove with five knives that's
Mighty fine for shredding
Fill your room with feathers and
Mess up all your bedding
A boiler room planet is where he resides
Just like a labyrinth composed of pipes
Ready or not no matter how you hide
It's always right behind with his
Knives in your spine
A complicated kill not the dopiest zombie
A steam punk that you
Debunk with copious coffee
Freddy Krueger hates Keurig and
Scoffs at biscotti
He's not Illuminati but he got
A lot of bodies
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
'41 December but there's no sign of Santa
For the Hathaway helpers had abandoned Amanda
While repeatedly raped in a
Cage full of crazies
A fearsome foe was forged in
The fires of Hades
The bastard bouncing baby of 10
000 maniacs maybe
Wasn't born to be a brainiac
A sadist in training killed a hamster with a
Hammer what baffling behavior
Wait until later when he's relishing razors
Krueger was a cutter, kinda like Kylo
Always sorta pyscho and into
Gloves like Michael
Daily basement beatings made him
Impartial to pain
But his father got the furnace
Soon he'd suffer the same
His mother was a nutter now, a nun in a habit
Never knew her or pursued
Just managed his sadness
Dropout opted for adventure now pop's
Out of the picture
Christmas sweater forever and the
Fedora's a fixture
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
A jovial janitor beneath the city's silos
At that point an amateur
His homework's homicidal
The jingle from his ride'll make
The minors run amok
He's like sweet tooth see his
Truck and your f*cked
Everything was just a front
A wife and kid he didn't love
In his cellar kept his clippings
And a gallery of gloves
Twenty kids went missing
The police were pissing blood
Cathy was laughing but soon
She'd be missing mom
Said she'd never tell but she totally did
He smiled through the trial, was acquitted
No shit parents wanted him punished 'cause
The jury's unjust
Burned him the boiler room
Hid the bones in a trunk
While his skin began to bubble
His parting fully failed
Dream demons came to see him
Skulls with spiny tails
They offered immortality
Reality would be his dreams
Mortal Kombat fatalities on
Smart-alecky teens
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks
One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, better shut your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Slasher flicks: how I get my kicks