A/N: Yup, same old disclaimer. I own nothing. Song is Thriller by Michael Jackson. I didn't have a re-name for this version. Thriller still fir pretty good, lol. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review!!!! 3 3
~Meghan
It's
close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under
the moonlight she sees a crew that almost stops her heart
She
screams so loudly, but her terror is that no one's there to save
her
She starts to freeze as skeletal men start to laugh,
She
can't hide. . .
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And
no one's gonna save her from the pirates about to strike
It's a
deadly, deadly night
She's fighting for her life, running from
killers, thrillers, tonight
She hears the bones on the
planks and realizes there's nowhere left to run
She knows there's
cold hands and wonders if she'll ever see her man
She screams again and runs to the hull, praying its all in her head
But
every minute she knows the monsters stalkin' up behind
She's got
to fight
It's her thriller, thriller night
She don't
chance against a crew cursed by some gods
She runs, It's thriller,
thriller night
She's fighting for her life inside a killer
pirate ship tonight
Skeletal
men call her
The living dead start to work in the moonlight
There's
no escapin' the bones of the dead crew this time (they're reaching
out)
She thinks this is the end of her life
Living
skeletons out to get her, there's monsters drinking rum on every
side
She thinks they'll will possess her if they touch her,
unless she learns how to use a sword
Now is the time for Will to come and save her
Barbossa's men are the terrors of the sea
She finally sees
That
it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause they will thrill her more
than any ghost story dare to tryGirl, this is thriller, thriller
night
So hide in the hold all night and pray (a killer, diller,
chiller,)
Thriller ship tonight
Darkness
falls across the sea
The midnight gore is close at hand
Pirates
sail in search of blood
To end the curse, let it be gone for good
And
whosoever shall be found
Without the piece of Aztec Gold
Must stand and slice their hand with a knife
Thinking
of running? Don't even try
Their twisted fate is in the air
The
funk of the undead for every future year
And those who will never
know a tomb
Are fighting hard to end their doom
And though she
fights to stay alive
Her hope starts to quiver
For no mere
mortal can ignore
The immortality of the thriller
