The evil creek when you shut the basement door,
When your all alone with no one around,
A squatter or a sneak could be very poor,
As you open the door once more you find a dead hound,
You run and run up to your room,
To see a man staring through your soul,
You defend yourself and prepare his tomb.
The Creek in the woods,
Dark at night,
You see some crooks,
In their anti-paradise,
You go down to them,
They disappear,
You choke and spit on your own flem,
A lady in white decides to appear
Whether you here or see a creek,
Just run or you will tick tock and teak,
Whether you shriek,
Or sweep,
Always run from within the source of the creek
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