When we were young we lived in fright (whoa!)
The woods and house they were alive (whoa!)
And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa!)
Wouldn't go there except for me

Now the neighborhood has crashed and burned (whoa!)
The house is haunted even more (whoa!)
How come this little street
Took so many lives

Chance is gone
Gotta flee
From the house
Down the street
It is dark
It is mean
Watch your step, or it'll feed

Jimmy went camping out as a kid (whoa!)
Didn't know the trouble that he was in (whoa!)
We looked for a week but he was gone (whoa!)
Only I knew what went wrong

Police said it was suicide (whoa!)
But that ain't how Jimmy died (whoa!)
What the hell is going on?
This can't be reality!

Chance is gone
Gotta flee
From the woods
Down the street
Just walk off
Do not stray
Or in the woods, you will stay

People moan
People scream
In the house
Down the street
Don't act tough
Don't be mean
Or you'll live, like Jimmy