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Last light's out. They're all abed
And something's in my room,
Creeping down towards me on the wall.
Daddy said it's just some flickering headlight through the gloom,
Making shapes through trees outside the hall.
But what the hell does he know?
He doesn't feel the dread
The cold restricting terror in the dark.
I've seen that silhouette before
Something the newsman said
Something about some monster in the park
It's you, you're the man on the TV screen.
It's you front page face of the dead.
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed.
The air is still and heavy now,
There's thunder in the sky.
He's dreaming up some message he can send.
I'm scared completely helpless
and I think I'm going to cry.
Are grownups brave or do they just pretend?
His face is growing clearer.
I can see his eyes glow red.
My teddy bear's the only friend I can feel.
The shadow's hand slips down the wall
And touches teddy's head
I now suspect that shadow will touch me.
It's you, you're the man on the TV screen.
It's you front page face of the dead.
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed.
It's you, you're the man on the TV screen.
It's you front page face of the dead.
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed.
Jethro Tull:
Jethro Tull:
Jethro Tull:
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