Campfire Story

Lyrics

There was a camp not far from here, just across the lake It was called Camp Blackfoot, no one goes there anymore Everything burned down. This camp had a caretaker, his name was Cropsy And this Cropsy was a sadist, and he got real pleasure out of hurting people, scaring them He had these garden shears, the kind with long, thin blades He carried them all the time, wherever he went And he had this kind of dеmonic way of looking at you One time, Cropsy really wеnt after this kid from Brooklyn Followed him around night and day, made this kid's life a living hell But this time he chose the wrong guy Because the kid and some of his buddies had planned a little prank The only problem was the gag went wrong. The next thing anyone knows Cropsy is trapped alive and burning in his bunk! They try to get him out but the fire was so fierce they can't reach him All they can do is stand outside and listen to him cry out in agony They say he smashed his way though the bunk room door Just a mass of flames, and as he burned alive he cried out: "I will return!! I will have my revenge!" (They) never found his body... he survived He lives on whatever he can catch! He eats them raw, alive no longer human.. Right now, he's out there, watching, waiting Don't look! He'll see you! Don't move! Don't breathe..... turn dead!!!