You're all Going to Die in There...

He loves talking to people....Even on a rainy day Let me in Please let me in Carol Anne please Let me in or you are going to die in that house the poltergeists are calling let me in!!! You're all going to die in there... All of you! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE! He came out of the desert Dust on that funeral coat Teeth like old piano keys Scriptures stuck in his throat He smiled at every doorway Said “child Let me in” Whole town weighed his words Till the ground gave in Henry Kane With your Sunday eyes Praying over bones Calling down the sky Little Carol Anne Hear him in the walls Henry Henry Kane Won’t stop ’til she answers when he calls He promised them a passage Down in that buried hall Sang hymns over concrete While the dirt crawled He kept a list of children Names in a leather book One page left empty For the girl he never took Henry Kane With your Sunday eyes Praying over bones Calling down the sky Little Carol Anne Hear him in the walls Henry Henry Kane Won’t stop ’til she answers when he calls He says he’s her shepherd But he’s lost He’s lost Chasing that bright one At any cost House on a graveyard Family in the flame One small voice between His hunger and her name Henry Kane With your Sunday eyes Praying over bones Calling down the sky Little Carol Anne Hear him in the walls Henry Henry Kane Keeps whispering her name Won’t rest ’til the brightest child Belongs to his beloved children He loves talking to people....Even on a rainy day Let me in Please let me in Carol Anne please Let me in or you are going to die in that house the poltergeists are calling let me in!!! You're all going to die in there... All of you! YOU ARE GOING TO DIIIIIIIEE!!!!