Mr. Shadow, 
Ever since you were a boy 
You walked the earth in search of every ounce of Daylight that you could destroy 
 
And I feel you, 
When I push people down the stairs, 
I like the small fleeting power that I feel when 
I catch them unawares 
Oh-woah-oh! 
 
 [bad word] and dreams go, 
But there's just one nightmare, 
It's the one where all the winds blow, 
And there's fiery ash in the air 
And Mr. Shadow's always there, 
Mr. Shadow's always there 
Oooh Ooh Ooh 
Oooh Ooh Ooh 
 
Behind every dark curtain 
And every dying tree, 
He's in the final breaths you take when you're Drowning in the lake because of me 
 
And he hides, 
He hides in broad daylight, 
And if you stare directly into him he'll surely Play a trick upon your sight 
Oh woah oh! 
 
 [bad word] and daylight goes, 
But it's always dark somewhere, 
And if you know what the hangman knows, 
You know that death is everywhere 
And Mr. Shadow doesn't care, 
Mr. Shadow doesn't care 
 
Human rights and celebrities 
Can't do anything to stop him 
When he goes to take 
His bites out of you and me 
 
Oooh Oooh 
 
Mr. Shadow, 
Tell me now is it [bad word] ‒
You give us six more weeks of sorrow 
When some Punxsutawney dog sees you? 
Yeah!