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och hans namn stavas Michael inte micael

michael jackson är en av dem artister jag gillar

THIRILLER:

[1st Verse]

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

[Chorus]

'Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night

And No One's Gonna Save You From The Beast About

Strike

You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night

You're Fighting For Your Life Inside A Killer, Thriller

Tonight

[2nd Verse]

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

But All The While You Hear The Creature Creepin' Up

Behind

You're Out Of Time

[Chorus]

'Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night

There Ain't No Second Chance Against The Thing With

Forty Eyes

You Know It's Thriller, Thriller Night

You're Fighting For Your Life Inside Of Killer, Thriller Tonight

[bridge]

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

[3rd Verse]

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

All Thru The Night I'll Save You From The Terror On The Screen,

I'll Make You See

[Chorus]

That This Is Thriller, Thriller Night

'Cause I Can Thrill You More Than Any Ghost Would Dare To Try

Girl, This Is Thriller, Thriller Night

So Let Me Hold You Tight And Share A Killer, Diller, Chiller

Thriller Here Tonight

[Rap Performed By Vincent Price]

Darkness Falls Across The Land

The Midnite Hour Is Close At Hand

Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood

To Terrorize Y'awl's 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 Grizzy 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

sorry kunde inte låta bli

Jag är ledsen, men jag tror att det är copyright på den texten!