Lock all your doors and shutter all the windows The butcher will come and take you in your sleep Indiscriminate nightmares hide in the shadows When the kids are gone the mothers will weep This is a tiny town we live in And for the last damn near three hundred years No crime has fallen on our ears but Night is swallowing our children And all the footprints left out in the snow Won't tell us anywhere to go The cold dead of winter will yield to the spring All their bodies will be found under ice in the creek The flesh wasn't whole and no stories were told About the maniac who took our young from so long ago So lock all your doors and shutter all the windows The butcher will come and take you in your sleep Indiscriminate nightmares hide in the shadows When the kids are gone the mothers will weep