Thriller - Michael Jackson

It s close to midnight

And something evil s lurking in the dark

Under the moonlight you see a sight

That almost stops your heart

You try to scream but terror takes

The sound before you make it

You start to freeze as horror looks

You right between the eyes,

You re paralyzed

Cause this is thriller, thriller night

And no one s gonna save you from

The beast about to strike

You know it s thriller, thriller night

You re fighting for your life inside a killer

Thriller tonight

You hear the door slam and realize

There s nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand and wonder

If you ll ever see the sun

You close your eyes and hope

That this is just imagination, girl

But all the while you hear the

Creature creepin up behind

You re out of time

Cause this is thriller, thriller night

There ain t no second chance against the

Thing with forty eyes, girl

Thriller, thriller night

You re fighting for your life inside of killer

Thriller tonight

Night creatures call and the dead start to

Walk in their masquerade

There s no escapin the jaws of the alien this time

(they re open wide)

This is the end of your life

They re out to get you

There s demons closing in on every side

They will possess you unless you change

The number on your dial

Now is the time for you and

I to cuddle close together, yeah.

All through the night I ll save you from

The terror on the screen,

I ll make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night

Cause I can thrill you more than any ghoul

Would ever dare try

Thriller, thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share

A killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

Cause this is thriller, thriller night

Girl I can thrill you more than any ghoul

Would ever dare try

Thriller, thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller

I m gonna thrill you tonight

Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize your neighbourhood

And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse s shell

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grisly ghouls from every tomb

Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil of the thriller