This city's cold and [bad word] with fear. They feel the evil drawing near
We better stay inside and lock our windows tight
He’s lurking in the night. Everything won't be alright, not anymore
The cops they never had a clue bout what he'd done and what he'll do
Get on your radio, call in a lot more men
He's on the loose again and we gotta put an end to his charade [bad word] strikes again, this time the bad guy’s gonna win
They better catch him soon before the next full moon
That's when [bad word] strikes again
Newspapers spin hot off the press they say the crime scene was a mess
The latest victims were both sleeping in their bed
When he shot them in the head now the walls are spattered red with brain and bone [bad word] strikes again, this time the bad guy’s gonna win
They better catch him soon before the next full moon
That's when [bad word] strikes again