Skulls are cackling, are you listening,
The bloody snow, it's glistening,
A terrible sight,
We're running in fright.
Living through this awful nightmare
Gone away is the happiness,
Here to stay is this awfulness.
He screams a sound of fright
As we quake in the night,
Living through this awful nigthmare
In the meadow we can bury the dead,
Will Dr. Finklestein make them undead?
He'll say: Gimme frogs' breath and nightshade
We'll say: Not us humans, we can't be made.
Don't try to do the job
While you're in town.
Later on our houses burn in fire,
The situation's now dire
We're now all afraid,
By the plans the undead made
Living through this awful nightmare
In the meadow, Jack is screaming
As we cringe away from the shrieking
We're terribly afraid of Mister Skellington
We're unable to kill 'im
He's started killing,
This is quite chilling
We'll run and we'll hide,
And bide out our time
Living through this awful nightmare
Living through this awful nightmare