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Had a clean shave at a quarter to nine Had a white shirt on and a glass of red wine By a quarter past ten I was clawin' my chin Felt the bones start crackin' and the beast crawl in My jaw split wide and my teeth came through Ripped my good boots and my Sunday shoes Butcher bolted his door, preacher dropped to his knees I could smell their fear driftin' up through the trees Hair on the back of the moon tonight Blood in the hollow and it don't end right Bar up your windows, lock away your kin 'Cause the thing at the door won't knock again Ran with a fella named One-Eyed Jack Silver in his belly, claw marks down his back Found the farmer's dog in a ditch by the road What was left of the farmer, nobody knows Hair on the back of the moon tonight Blood in the hollow and it don't end right Bar up your windows, lock away your kin 'Cause the thing at the door won't knock again Mama said, son, chain yourself to the bed Mama said, son, it's in the blood we were fed But the woods kept callin' in a voice like mine Now there's teeth in the dark and they're right behind Splinters in the fence line Scratches on the door Red paw prints on the kitchen floor Hair on the back of the moon tonight Blood in the hollow and it don't end right Bar up your windows, lock away your kin 'Cause the thing at the door won't knock again No, the thing at the door won't knock again Woke up in a cornfield, cold and alone Red on my hands and a taste like bone