Lyrics:

I was only 10, 1985
Summer of Satan
We'll get out alive
This is no delusion, no bad dream
Roof jump the boogeyman
We're paralyzed like sheep

Well I know I'm safe
Husbands, kids and wife's
We lucky to live, luckier to die
Well there's an escalation
A killing spree
Time bomb. I'm a terror
A devils off the leash

Lock up the doors
Then a call the police
He's creeping at night
Get you shaking in you seats
He's a lead and murder
Red (?)
Swear to Satan
Gets you bagging at his feet

(?) guns and knives
(?) and weed
Blow the head clean off
When you're sound asleep
(?) on the walls
Can quench the thirst for sin
Clobber up a little old lady
(?) to skin

Lock up the doors
Then a call the police
He's creeping at night
Get you shaking in you seats
He's a lead and murder
Red (?)
Swear to Satan
Gets you bagging at his feet

But it was no big deal
All part of his plan
Death comes with the territory
See you in disneyland