He didn't feel the poker slice into his head
The red crimson paint on the fluffy bunny white carpet
The crumpled newspaper splattered, read
She took out the paper
From the box behind the door
Smirked and curled her lip at the body on the floor
Mummy, Mummy I can't sleep
Be quiet Carol, I won't hear a peep
Are they coming Mummy are they - are they?
I have the sweets here, in a heap!
The radio gave out its warning
In between Thriller and Werewolves of London
A madman on the loose -
Bolt your doors, hammer down your windows
She sweated, she ran, she scrubbed the floor
Heaved her body, he bumped down the cellar stairs one at a time
They will blame the madman, it will be fine
Knock - knock - knock
The house, it shuddered
Mummy - Mummy I've let them in!