There's a little devil sitting on my shoulder There's a little monster swimming in the bog There's something howling deep in the forest I always lock my windows when we get fog Oh, all these open graves Oh, the mutants living in the caves There's a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere There's a creepy little town it's the source of terror Not the kind of place you wanna be out alone But this sleepy little creepy little town Is my home There's a nameless faceless thing crawling down from out of the hills There's a prehistoric prophecy on the verge of being fulfilled Everybody down in the village likes to gather at the general store Talk about the screams coming from the mansion and comparing our mysterious open sores Oh, all these open graves...