Тональность: C# minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
It was late
Friday evening,
G
Dm
there was nobody home but me
Turned up every light in the house,
I turned up the
TV
Channel 5 was a snowstorm,
7 was said and done
Channel 13's a nightmare,
F
theater was the only thing on
G
Dm
Oh, no, no, no, no
Am
Dm
Well, all through that movie
The sound came more and more
Sounds like tapping on the window
It sounds like footsteps
across the floor
Knew that it was watching me
As I figured in my head
How long it would take
to flip the switch
and run to bed
But you better not
G
It's gonna get to you if it can,
D
Dm
Am
Dm
that's the book of man.
You won't see me move no faster
than when I jump in bed.
Won't see my face till morning,
I keep my covers across my head.
Gets kinda hot and stuffy
while I pray for my soul.
So I don't get to how to
make a little breathing hole,
F
But I don't make it too big
G
It's gonna get you if it can
Am
Boogeyman
Dm
G
Dm
Am
Well he's out there somewhere
G
Dm
I can feel his eyes as they're
sliding down my backbone
I can ask you,
G
Am
Dm
well there's a short sound
Am
Dm
And the scraping sound of closets
coming right from underneath my bed
F
And I can feel it every time my heart beats
G
All they'll find in the morning
are my empty sheets
Am
Dm
the boogie man
Interlude 1
Boogie man
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
F
Dm
F
G
F
Dm
Am
Dm
Verse 2
Dm
Well, I found out where his dungeon is
My brother bargained hard in his teens
But he spilled the beans
for three steelies
And a
Willie
Mays card
He said, go down the
Taylor
Swamp
Through the tangled vines and mud
And call the sound of his faucets
They're always dripping blood
F
But you'd better not go at night
G
It's gonna get spooky
Dm
Am
Dm
G
Dm
Don't you know his dungeon's
made of fingernails and bones
From all the kids he drug from beds and
tracked them to their homes
He's got little legs on his tables,
little hands on his clumsy
Take a couple of belly buttons and you
stretch them out for socks
F
And it's not very nice
G
It's gonna get you if it can't
Dm
You better not talk about it
G
Man
Dm
Well I'm not afraid of dying
We're fast or slow
And I'm not afraid of
Sunday school
I cannot stand to go
G
Dm
Tell one midnight story,
Am
full of nocturnal things
Dm
Gonna wet my mattress, brother,
clean me through to the springs
F
And I'll be lying cold and wet with fright
G
Oh, but I won't move all night
Dm
Cause I'm a little bit of a
Am
Dm
Boogeyman
Am
Dm
Boogeyman
G
Boogeyman
Dm
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Dm
Dm
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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