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It's the dead of night

And there's no street light

And you're walking on your own

Your mind starts to wander

You hear footsteps behind you

And you wish that you were home

Hot breath on your neck

Then you're pushed to the deck

And there's madness in his eyes

You hear him groan

And you're in for a big surprise

But it's too late

For you scream and shout in pain

Blaque Jaque Shallaque

Is on the prowl again

(Solos)

When you're in your bed

And you rest your head

Then you think you hear those

Familiar footsteps

Outside your front door

A baby cries and you close your eyes

A dustbin clatters

Your window shatters

It's the end of the line

But it's too late

For you scream and shout in pain

Blaque Jaque Shallaque

Is on the prowl again